Time flies... On this day, another cycle repeats. The clock ticks -- perhaps it's already halfway through? No one really knows how many left, but we can remain hopeful.
Cycles seem to lengthen, and the journey back is longer and more arduous as time goes on. Like a pigeon flying home, distances become farther with each cycle, unknowing when health or an accident may render the pigeon no longer able to flap its wings or see home again.
It doesn't matter anyway how much longer there is, since the best of me is now but a distant dream -- once vivid, bursting with potential, and easily within reach, yet now harder to grasp and relive as time takes it farther away.
Maybe I've become more desensitized over the years. I guess this just comes with time, as I've endured so many things in life. Storms, blizzards, droughts, wildfires, and everything in between. We bend and adapt to survive, and try to heal or become stronger and wiser. Yet nature creeps and erodes, just as material and flesh gradually fade and deteriorate.
Deep down however, in my core all is protected and everlasting, as inside I remain true and unchanging. Just as songs are forever young and timeless, only waiting to be revisited -- graced by our presence and reflection -- memories, flashbacks, and emotions remain alive inside, just as vibrant and powerful as they once were, time after time.
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