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Punt kick

A quiet jolt of recognition that it’s time to be a better version of yourself, sensing that all the strategies that you brought this far are no longer working — that it’s not enough to be cute or nice or righteous or tough — as if you’ve now entered a new phase in the game of life, moving forward with a completely different token.

The eye is the keyhole through which the world pours in, and a world spills out. For a few seconds, you can peak through into a vault that contains everything they are. Catching a glimpse of their vulnerability, their pain, their humor, their vitality. But whether eyes are the windows of the soul or the doors of perception, it doesn't really matter: you're still standing on the outside of the house.

She knows that this workaday world can explode without warning, blooming with potential and color and chaos. She alone can sense the shimmer of gold on the gray gravel road, the lion's roar hidden in a friend's voice. She will feel a new dissatisfaction with surfaces and distances, feel the urge to yank open the curtains and rip into people's hearts and set them on fire, just to get a sense of what they're made of.

The more you look to the sky, the more you find yourself back on Earth, confronting certain possibilities. It's possible there are other names for our planet that we will never know. That there are constellations that feature our sun, from an angle we'll never get to see. That there are many other civilizations hidden beyond the veil of time, too far away for their light to ever reach us.