fulfillment is like an ever-elusive thought. it swifts and darts between every crevice and opening- when you need it to stand still. it slicks and slides between every good chance that passes you by. until it's to late and it's gone forever. and your old and decrepit and ill- it will look in your window smile, wave, and keep walking onward away from you away from your dreams into blissful eternity forever.