I’ve been thinking a lot about missed opportunities lately. Not about the ones I’ve already missed, but of the ones that have yet to come. I think about them because I hope that I won’t miss them in the future, and when I inevitably do, that I possess the courage and wisdom to watch them go by.
Robert was a missed opportunity. In an instant our lives intersected. As quickly as the shutter opened and closed, our encounter was over. It seemed that both our lives were pulling us away quicker than either one of us expected.
He seemed like a dreamer on the run, and I only wished I could know what that dream was.
Hoping for one less missed opportunity tomorrow.