In our twenty-somethings many of us exist in a state of limbo that causes us discomfort, but it is a discomfort of our choosing, because we sense, correctly or incorrectly, that what we have always imagined to be adulthood is just one blind step farther ahead, and we fear that if we once allow ourselves to settle, or even less than settle, to follow any given set of habits and routines, or goals and paths of such certainty that the shock and variety of new experience blurs into a dull timeless monochrome, then 20 years from now you just might wake up, as if from a dream, and find the peak of your life already behind you, small, distant, and at the time largely overlooked. And you might wonder, back in your twenty-somethings, when nothing was impossible, was this how you imagined life would be?

Or maybe that's just me.

Still. God grant me a beautiful girl whom I can love and who might love me, and I'll take that blind step with a leap.