If I died tomorrow
I’d be alright
Though regretful. . .
Tag: time
It’s been quite a year. Much has changed. Much has stayed the same. I have lived in four different places, after being parked for five years… And I’m on the verge of moving again.
What holds true is that wherever we go, there we be. I feel that as vividly as ever.
We’re feeling it. Time.
We’re seeing those forked paths establish with a certain quickening. Jobs and choices and decisions and their ensuing confluence of events are becoming obvious before we physically go through all of the motions.
We make time for a lot of things, usually unconsciously. Strange things, like struggle, worry, anxiety, stress and violence; for jobs, deadlines, tasks, superficial arguments, small-minded obligations; for another’s dream or ridiculous routine.
It’s interesting how our perspectives on past events change as we get older.