Did I ever wonder, on these restless balconies, where I would be, in a hundred months, or a thousand weeks. Yes. Did I ever wish an older me would visit on a deepening dusk when the school was all but abandoned, and slip me a postcard, or a note, saying there was escape into a world wider than it seemed. I did wish. I read books like The Bridge Across Forever. But now I wish my dreams had awakened me at school. Instead, they asked me to endure. It's possible, that endurance, is the most vital of the talents we humans ought to possess. A life of endurance is not easy, and sometimes, I suppose it is the right way to live when we have squandered all other opportunities.