Life pours in as time pours out. Memories make ripples that go on forever. The sand-mound builds inexorably towards the bottleneck it will never reach. The hourglass is fixed and will never be flipped. Our souls are but targets for the arrows of life. Hit or miss, experiences are always complete. Complete at least in the fact that they each produce a tangible memory.
Over time the “tangible” fades for some. For others it lingers brightly or even intensifies. Some memories are best forgotten, others can never be.
Emotions weld themselves to memories and try as we might to burn them off, they are bonded fast. We throw ourselves on those tempered blades over, and over with each reminiscence. Intentional or accidental, we know the pain too well. At times we welcome it as a pry between reality and what we want. At other times we shun it as a prickly thicket we cannot avoid falling into.
The “here and now” is but a shallow thing. No matter how much it means to you, it is fast approaching, here a moment, and then on its way. What you do with it will determine what memories it creates. Live it wisely, or live it wildly, here and now, there you are.
Tomorrow is a hope un-spoken. Words only cloud our view of the future. Those who think they can spell out the future are simply illiterate. Those with the gift to actually see it are never taken as seriously as they should be. Those who worry about it must take proper care not to damage today. A damaged today is difficult to match up to any tomorrow.
Yesterday is many things remembered, forgotten, and much, much more than either combined. A parade of faces fades into the infinity behind us. Wisdoms bricks are mortared into place. Wisdoms plates are beaded together with welds great and small. Wisdoms windows and doors and gates complete the fortress of our intellect. Yesterdays’ tears are the lazy ocean we drift upon in good weather. Storms are always just beyond the horizon, logged on pages past.
We cannot fix the past but we can fix tomorrow by adjusting today. Trial and error will gladly show us the way but if we don’t listen to it, we will repeat ourselves endlessly. Trial and error has built a rather large library with walls that bulge under the weight of the knowledge contained therein. It’s a great place to do research. Everybody should be eager to go there first, before they visit the putrid halls of conflict.
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Your writing has a definite cadence to it. Must be the musician in you. Enjoyed as always.
November 10, 2009 at 7:37 a.m.Yeah, so I'm back. You knew I couldn't resist, seeing so many of your wonderful postings....
"The putrid halls of conflict". You, sir are a true artist with words. I enjoy your blogs immensely.
November 8, 2009 at 6:37 p.m.