Options seem to become clearer when other options disappear. Trails are clised so you take the open ones. You make progress everyday, but sometimes not in the way you thought you would. Paths cross, diverge and cross again. Ideas reappear you thought were off the table. Your mind will drift, settling on that person, or that place, time, memory, and then you see something and remember you got no chance of that happening again. So you remember there is something new, but shiny new things aren’t always better, are they? New things can’t always handle the stress you you put on them, and can’t always go where you think you need to go. But maybe the old ones can’t either. Maybe the frontier of the future requires everything to be blank.