Life is much akin to standing by a propped open door. It’s slightly gray and dimly lit on your side, but through the door shines a golden light; inviting, beckoning.

Through that door past the golden rays, lie all your hopes and dreams. All your ambitions and fantasies, awaiting your grasp.

Yet still you stand, just on your side of the door. Savouring the whispered word of tomorrow engraved in the wood, and watching the dust quietly settle in the nooks and crannies.

The problem is, if you savour the idea for too long, at any given moment the door may be shut, leaving only echoes of the squeaky hinges and a loud clang as the door is finally shut.