Through the half open balcony door!

In direct view, there is a concrete building in terrible shape.  Wood hanging from the sides, weed growing on the roof top, broken glass. Next to it, the old iron made rooftop of another building that desperately needs repair. In between, a yellow apartment building standing with a design so dull that its cultural footprint is destined to irrelevance. Yet, behind the balcony door there is a different picture, so much beauty, passion, desire, the wind of renewal and the eminent birth of hope.... for someone... maybe for many. The disparity of these worlds flows throughout the river of our life.  A river so wide and so long that it is difficult to imagine, no matter how much we dream and hope.  We can't visualize all the mountain valleys, the surprises, the unexpected turns, and the meadows our river will go through until it reaches the ocean.  Yet, it is beautiful, so beautiful that we can't give up hope.  We must persevere and enjoy the flow towards the mecca of our destiny.... and in my destiny I hope that it is you.