A framed certificate of success is hanging on the wall... Somehow, its a custom in some parts of world, to hang a document on the wall as a proof of personal achievement. Some people hang their university diploma, winning a prize declaration, a letter written to them, photos or painting, signatures, or some (at first sight a random thing) that done any type of impact and shall not been forgotten.
Heck; at certain aircraft carrier ship, they probably having in common room, on wall, a framed a bank check from the time when there was a movie making crew on visit, rolling the film on flight deck. They needed to change the ship orientation toward the sun, so they can make a perfect scene shot. But the captain said; that it will cost (this much) to steer the ship. So the movie director on spot pull out a bank check booklet and file-out the check on spot. It is said, that the check was never taken to bank to be cash out.
So its not such unusual feeling, to have a moment of sleep walking. Specifically, to have a staring contests with a similar prof, hanging on wall or siting at shelf or a desk. In confusion you staring at the written name that is yours, yet you have no recollection about obtaining this prof. Its as if you fazed into an alternative universe, where you make that one decision that lead you at different path, different carrier, different journey of struggle. Or you have a real deal amnesia.
It is said, that human become a grow-up, when they on purpose kill a some kind of dream. Mostly they own dream. Yet there are those, who drop from themselves all shackles of common sense or teaching, that bind them down; just to jump out the cliff of safe route or reasoning, in order to follow and protect they dream.
But, most of time, that mental leach on our neck, prevent us to make that dash toward that cliff edge, that will give us the necessarily momentum to done that jump successfully. Fear, doubts, community tight, pursue of false security, exchanging illusive happiness for fragile stability.
But do not worry, you don't loosing you mind for seeing a poltergeist of life route not taken. Its your hart getting sentimental, filed by felling of nostalgia. Just give it a moment of rest, plus a friendly talk of a wee chat with him, and you two will be fine.
Or… you shall look back, above your shoulder and glance at the route-door, that knocking on you. To knock back and grab the door handle. Because... Maybe its a call, that the time, has come…