Having this long island iced tea here in this cute restaurant in Ottawa,I couldn't help but thinking about islands.We have Manhattan,Montreal,Santos.Born in an island,raised in an island and living in an island could have turned me into an island of my own.Wonder why lots of Montrealers or Manhattanians feel like never crossing the bridges.The bridges are there to be the link but it is up to us to find our way to cross them.How to cross a bridge that is not supposed to be there?It looks like those visions and then you step on it and fall for they are not real.Bridges are made of committments.They link our isolated fears and thoughts to challenges that will push us to move on with our lives.What if a committment was done and you simply chosed the other way?What if I took the tunnel while the bridge was just standing there?
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