“Almost,” the quiet sentinel of uncharted realms, where wishes become like fireflies dancing in the twilight of our yearning, casting a glow upon the silhouettes of our unattained desires. It is a word that lingers, etched upon our hearts like the fading ink of a love letter never sent, a token of the times we dared to dream but were held back by the gravity of reality.

In the gardens of life, “almost” grows like a vine, winding its way through the tangled branches of our aspirations, seeking out the light of what could be, while casting shadows upon the blossoms of our achievements. It is the quiet rustle of leaves, whispering of opportunities missed, and the gentle hum of bees, echoing the sweet nectar of potential never tasted.

When “almost” dances upon our tongues, it sings of ephemeral embraces, of sunsets that slipped away before we could share them with the ones we love, and of the unspoken words that gather, like dust, in the corners of our souls. It is a word that cradles the tears of unrequited love and the smiles of a future that never came to be, painting a portrait of dreams suspended in the limbo between longing and surrender.

As we traverse the landscape of our existence, the echoes of “almost” accompany us like a haunting refrain, reminding us of the fragile balance between the steps we took and those that never left a footprint in the sands of time. It is the lingering aroma of a banquet never savored, the faintest glimmer of a horizon never reached, and the unyielding specter of potential that drifts, like a phantom, through the chambers of our hearts.

And in the quiet hours, when we find ourselves adrift in the sea of our memories, we are visited by the wistful ghost of “almost,” the tender harbinger of the unfulfilled. It is then that we come to understand the paradoxical beauty of this bittersweet word, a reminder that even in the midst of our deepest regrets, there lies the promise of dreams yet to be realized, and the ever-lingering hope that one day, “almost” will give way to “finally.

Thomas Slatin, Only The Moon Understands The Beauty Of Love


  • Amelia Desertsong

    I’ve lived a life full of “almost” moments, many of them heartbreaking. I’ve come to close to securing gigs with great potential, only for people to change their minds at the last moment to go with someone “more qualified” or “in their circle of influence.” I could write an entire book about the Almosts in my life, although there are a few Finally moments I’ve enjoyed recently. 🙂

    • Thomas Slatin

      Before I met you, my life was like a vast desert, barren and unforgiving. It was a landscape devoid of color or vitality, a place where opportunity was scarce and elusive. I wandered through the endless expanse of my existence, seeking some hint of purpose or direction, but finding nothing but endless monotony.

      My entire existence was defined by almost opportunities, moments that held the promise of greatness, but ultimately fell short of my expectations. It was a life of perpetual disappointment, where the horizon always seemed just out of reach.

      But then, I met you. You were like a sudden burst of color in my otherwise dull and lifeless world, a vibrant and vivacious presence that filled my days with joy and purpose. You gave me the courage to pursue my dreams, to take risks and to chase after the things that truly mattered to me. You showed me that life was not just about almost opportunities, but about seizing the chances that come our way and making the most of them.

      And so, I am forever grateful to you, for showing me that life is not a series of almost opportunities, but a journey filled with the promise of greatness, if only we have the courage to pursue it. ❤️❤️❤️

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