There’s still so much to learn and unlearn, to understand the misunderstanding and the misunderstood. It seems one cannot afford now the thrill of the perilous, of getting caught, or of getting caught and still getting away with it. Or can. It’s a matter of compromise and choice. Always, you choose the moment you want to celebrate and remember. I’ve made my choice, and this is to distance myself from everything that has distanced away from me. There is no need to force anyone from bridging the gap. Just acknowledge the gap, learn that a chasm between you, me, and everyone else may exist. Also, you cannot walk the same bridge that you have forgotten or have chosen to neglect. It never works that way. From what I’ve learned, this is how it is supposed to feel like when you reach a certain age: to be always almost there.