A day ends
Summer is a hodge podge of great times mixed with ever present reminders of the need to be responsible. Relatively responsible anyway. I feel time moving around me and its wonderful in a tragic way. If every fine moment of every stage could be eternally relived and never put in the past, it would have no value, to know that everything will pass makes the changing moment a unique blessing to witness, the impending loss of every thing good makes it precious and worth cherishing. If everything could be repeated, how much would have been lost in the vain pursuit of staying in a nostalgic bubble at the loss of all the unknown possibilities, both fantastic and horrible. What I do miss are the bonds between friends and family. Adulthood attempts to bury the self in tasks and responsibilities, debts owed and bills waiting to be paid, when younger, more time and energy was centered on the time between one's friends and family, this is all a child knows, and the bittersweet transition is when the purest exhibition of one's unchecked soul crashes into the real world and learns to make compromises for its own survival. When I am old, and more good times are behind me than ahead, death will be a wonderful transition to destinations unknown, be it with this psychic form or the atoms comprising my body. All the people we lose in life we join in death, but if we loved them, we known they would want us to live long full happy lives.