Thursday, June 4, 2015

Metanoia

Grateful for the mornings that became nights - and every night I was left to ponder.

Time flies by, taking with it pieces of who we were.
Eroding the exterior of our being.
Until an impermeable surface is left.

What's left, is typically who we identify ourselves as. Unrelenting; your new determination can easily be misinterpreted for arrogance or a myriad of other condescending character flaws.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Hiatus

As the aged adage goes; "time waits for no one."

We often find ourselves reflecting on the past, whether it be in nostalgic happiness or wallowing regrets.
In a similar fashion we often look to the future, in hopes of some form of clairvoyance.
Resourcefully the past can often serve as a guide for the future.
"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it."-George Santayana


Our obsession with thoughts of both the future and past, can cause us to lose sight of that which is most important; the present. The current moment you're living in is ever-fading and you'll never be able to get any of this time back.
Tomorrow is a mirage.