This too shall pass...
Once upon a time it is said that King Solomon asked his most trusted minister to find a magic ring which had the power to make a happy man sad and a sad man happy, thinking to humble his minister. However to his surprise he was indeed given a ring and the smile passed form his face as he read, "this too shall pass"
Oh but aren't we always in that passing moment, the more one tries to grab that moment the more it slips away.
Scarcely anyone remembers back when they were a baby, why is this? I think that when we are born we live in the present; we live each individual moment to its absolute fullest with wonderful and painful intensity, each moment unto itself, completely without context. It is only as we grow older that we expand through time, reaching forward into endless hopes and possibilities of the future.
However not every dream goes fulfilled and so we reach back into the past, trying to find those people and possibilities. We look for consul, we look for who we are through who we were and in the infinite complexity of the brain we build ourselves out of the past and the future; expanding forward and backward. I sometimes stretch out so much I feel as though I hardly live in the present at all.
I don't live like I used to, I feel the sedation of this to shall pass. What would have to befall me to make me happier/angrier/sadder/etc than I was when I was little.
Now in the distance I see a deep fissure, it separates the past from the future. Terribly far and yet dreadfully near, do I reach into the future, try to forge myself anew out of dreams or stretch back to find myself in the past. My memory is such a strange and fleeting thing, but who would I be without it? Those hollow halls are starting to tear at me, they hold many of my memories, and yet they promise in only a few years I will be a stranger to them; worse still to the people within them.
Perhaps it is most wise to live mostly in the present, I owe that much to everyone anyway. I promise I will do my best not to become a stranger as easy. I guess all we can so is wait and see.
Oh but aren't we always in that passing moment, the more one tries to grab that moment the more it slips away.
Scarcely anyone remembers back when they were a baby, why is this? I think that when we are born we live in the present; we live each individual moment to its absolute fullest with wonderful and painful intensity, each moment unto itself, completely without context. It is only as we grow older that we expand through time, reaching forward into endless hopes and possibilities of the future.
However not every dream goes fulfilled and so we reach back into the past, trying to find those people and possibilities. We look for consul, we look for who we are through who we were and in the infinite complexity of the brain we build ourselves out of the past and the future; expanding forward and backward. I sometimes stretch out so much I feel as though I hardly live in the present at all.
I don't live like I used to, I feel the sedation of this to shall pass. What would have to befall me to make me happier/angrier/sadder/etc than I was when I was little.
Now in the distance I see a deep fissure, it separates the past from the future. Terribly far and yet dreadfully near, do I reach into the future, try to forge myself anew out of dreams or stretch back to find myself in the past. My memory is such a strange and fleeting thing, but who would I be without it? Those hollow halls are starting to tear at me, they hold many of my memories, and yet they promise in only a few years I will be a stranger to them; worse still to the people within them.
Perhaps it is most wise to live mostly in the present, I owe that much to everyone anyway. I promise I will do my best not to become a stranger as easy. I guess all we can so is wait and see.