Tiny Imperfect Fiction 02

Victor loved goals. He had many of them, though he had a strict policy of only looking at one at a time, preferably for an acceptably long and focused period of intense concentration. 

Victor's one-point-perspective-focus was great for many things. He had an ample bank account, impressive portfolio of everything one likes to view in a portfolio, and he slept well in a grand, well-built asset, next to a mild woman of appropriate caliber. His children were exceptional in the right categories, clean, and orderly. Victor had won enough achievement awards, risen to the cream of his chosen crop, and grabbed many brass rings.

What he failed to realize is he had missed the opportunity to run off with 7 different willing and exciting women, and learn from 4 different actual masters on 3 different mountain tops. 

The saddest part was Victor had no idea at all that he could still find infinitely valuable treasures if he would use the guidance of only his blind spots- which would help him fall miraculously flat on his face. So he was missing out on invaluable treasures.

Victor had also, by the way, in his hasty pursuit of perfect punctuality, missed out on seeing the slender, translucent extraterrestrial on Platform B doing some really good tap dancing, handing out winning lottery numbers and free lucky kisses to everyone who noticed while exiting the train last Tuesday.