On Becoming a Gentleman

We postpone our dreams. But people like us are certain to find our dreams one day. I’m not worried about us because we both know what we want to do, only now is not the time. We're tied up, but this too will pass.

As we cruise along Yonge Street on this breezy clear Wednesday evening, we are two idealistic souls, with dreams bigger than our heads. Tall glassy buildings stare down at us.

You are more mature than me. This I say based on my feeling. You speak steadily. Being a gentleman is not doing what you want to do, but doing what you have to do. This, I remember reading somewhere, and is the phrase that whirls in my mind. I know well what I want to do, but I’m never clear about what I have to do.

Going through the years and living independently makes you stronger and you start to care less about what others think of you. If only I live by myself, then I am free to expand and stretch and reach for the bits and pieces I need to construct this being that is me.