It's difficult to create. It's more difficult to part with your own creation. But at times your own creation takes its own destiny, forcing you to part or consider parting with it. It's a difficult choice, when your affections, your emotions hold on to you, but the reality knocks. I stand on the threshold, a effort of a decade, a creation, signaling its coming of the age. As I linger on, I think isn't parting a way of life too? Maybe enabling a new creation?
