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Dylan was in a car accident on the highway the previous year, certain he caught a glimpse of death. He’d been travelling North to explore conservation areas to start his photography. He longed to get there, but flashes of his accident haunted him.

How could it have happened? Why me? What if it happens again? Doubtful questions ran ragged in his mind, his dream slowly slipping away.

His grandfather asked him on a visit, “So, how’d you like the North? Have some photos to share with me?”

Dylan eyed him and carefully said, “Sorry, no new photos. Work’s been busy since the accident, no time to go North.”

Nodding in understanding, his grandfather said, ” Dylan, until you cross the bridge of your insecurities, you can’t begin to explore your possibilities. Make time for yourself, consider that highway the bridge to your fulfillment.”