Has the time for me come? “It” came, and went by before I realized it was gone. A golden time, I entered unknowingly, where I was challenged enough and supported enough; so I grew and excelled, and loved what I was doing. Just the other night, I wondered if the best time in my life had past. Now hope gently flutters. And fear, that “this” does not even become a reality and if it does “it” is not the reality that I long for. The moments that I have looked back at those golden years, and the admonishment that they belong in a past that I can never go back to. Do I have just enough courage to dream and start this old-new journey? Whether or not I find the world in my dream?