In the poetry of Nikita Gill, she writes in Tiny Stories part I…
Many things in our lives very nearly happen. We almost made it in the last licensure exam. We almost reached a million pesos in sales. We almost hit the lotto. When we come very close to almost achieving our dream, and don’t make it, we end up being disappointed.
Because what was almost, did not happen.
There was the planning, the audition or preparation, the test, the anxiety and day dreaming, and then when it feels like it is within our grasp…we lose grip. And almost becomes a difficult word to swallow.
It is human to want. And human to feel despair, particularly when what you longed for never happened. Because almost felt palpably close to achievement.
And when everything ends abruptly, almost feels like an empty shell.