gate doors

One of the biggest dreams on my bucket list is dangerously teetering on the edge of possibility. More insultingly, it's about to be thwarted by something totally unforeseen. When the problem you are confronted with is supposed to have been the smoothest part of your ride, there's something extra pungent about its odiousness.

Like the cliche about a rug being pulled from under you, there is a moment of suspension as you hover unsupported in fragile air, the weight of gravity looming underneath, taking its delicious time to inflict inevitable bruises. Realizing that something is only merely possible when you have taken it as unquestionably certain--it is the most destabilizing of all problems. It is in these moments that you learn how important some dreams are--the moment they seem unable to be realized, not when you planned, not a little later than you planned, maybe not at all in the visible horizon.

We are young enough that unfulfilled dreams can always be postponed into the future, rather than written off entirely. But as we transition into the more permanent stages of an adult life, are some gates threatening to close before us? Will they start deadbolting their black, iron bars instead of hanging up "come back later" signs? Is the luxury of indecision merely a introductory price rather than a fixed rate?

Time time time. Youth always thinks you were partners till death do you part, youth just never thought he'd do the parting.

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