There is a dwarf on my back. He has been there since last year. I have no idea why he is there or when he is going to leave. I have tried to ask him who he is and where he has come from but he has no answers for me. He only giggles when I speak. I have given up trying to communicate with him. Every effort to shake him off has proved futile. Falling down stairs and running really fast have not been successful in getting rid of him. Now I just try to get on with my life and learn to live with him on my back. Trying to master life with this new addition to my existence. Life is a constant search for perfection. Maybe he is there to make sure that I do my best.