Like it or not, the goals we strive for are rarely the final solutions we expect.

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Through the gate

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Arrive at final goal, sweating,  

panting – exhilarated.

The strived for moment.

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Final barrier closed, but unlocked.

Lean all your weight against

its solid resistance.

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First glimmer of light breaks

through splinter slim gap,

opening, cracking apart.

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Heart leaps with bright first ray,

dancing particles in sunny light

as gate creaks slowly wide.

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Delight and relief flood in,

sweet satisfaction as your gaze

falls on new landscape.

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But now you see –

there are three paths,

each with forks and bends,

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with potholes,

broken cobble stones,

indecipherable signs.

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Unexpectedly you face not a single

smooth path but again a blurred

choice and no map.

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