You will be fine, my dear boy. You’re in the process of finding yourself. You’re in a dark place now; you’ve tasted freedom; you’ve soared, but now you’ve come back to the roost. You still have the capacity to fly; you’ve always been a bird; but now you’ve come back refreshed, with new vigor. Be patient dear boy, for your future is bright, even if today it looks dark. Bide your time, gather your resources, and next when its time to fly, you’ll be stronger and more determined. Remain steadfast and focused; push aside distractions and things of no value. Yours is the world. Grab it my boy and take big, juicy bites.