A young man stood in a doorway, a doorway leading to the rest of his life. He was not sure if he wanted to go through it yet, he was content living in between the past and the future. But the future has a way of catching up to people. His shadow is cast into the past, and nothing of him on the future side of the door. He has left his mark on the past, but is that enough. He continues to stand in the door way not moving. He is not in the doorway he had planned for in his youth, somewere he got off that path. A young woman stands on the future side of the doorway, beckoning for him to come, the future is blurred though and the young man is scared. he looks back and sees an endless path of his own footprints, only one set, his. In front of him he sees only one set of footprints, hers. He hears her calling, but the comfort of the known keeps his feet on the floor. He makes his decision, thinking of all the time he has spent in this doorway tring to decide. to much time in that doorway. The young man closes his eyes and takes a step into the future. and even though he does not know if is footing is steady or what lies ahead of him he braves the chances and moves along.