Where I go, no one can follow. You may think we are the same, you and I–friends, relatives, people who think they are paddling the same boat upstream. We are not. Similar experiences do not make us buddies or even acquainted on that level. I can empathize, sympathize and honestly feel for you, but I can never see through your eyes. We all keep parts of ourselves hidden. We may travel the same path but our steps will be different.