where man has gone before... i've often daydreamed and wished away my time... and no matter where i go in my flights of fancy, i end up where i want. but real life is not like that. magical places, and fantastic scenarios are but hopeful collages of repressed memories of a hard, imperfect life...

in all this wishful thinking, i know i fear one thing: the choice of compromise. yes, i can choose to settle, or claim the best. why else do i pray for perfect moments? i can be real and actually make my life a gift, a blessing. we can be spectators warming the bench of mortality, or be the co-creators of the lives we lead.

the choices are always here. but you and i are not. don't wait for forever. make NOW count.