When We Almost There

Almost half the decade now. We haven't given up. We may have only running around in circle, chasing our own tails. If we have one. I start to question, "aren't we moving forward?"

 For the first time, he posed the question: what chance would we have then? (After the next 3 years, plus the previous 4 years, that would make it 7 years) I'd had answered him: the chance is there to stay, it depends on how we approach it. IF only you want to get hold of it.

I'm not sure if his time is running out. But I reckon that is the only valid reason why he asked such question.

Remember what I said about another dimension? "It's not worth the exploration." Because I'd been there and failed miserably. So I thought this time would be different. Yet almost everytime we're about to explore together, lots of questions surfaced and we all went to contemplating mode. Ponder on time that had gone by, and we only kept on waiting on the opposite sidelines. Helpless and clueless.

I'm now torn between looking forward and step back to reflect, or just give up once and for all. Maybe I'm the factor all along. I should let him go. Set him free.

It's now or never.