stopped at a red light by an overpass, backdropped by a pure gray sky lies a one way sign alongside the uplifted road, surrounded by uninhibited creeping ivy that sprawls rampant around the manmade struture.
i stop to contemplate the depth of such an accidental philosophy.
one way. Life is one way. forward. you only have one choice. forward. you dont move forward, you leave yourself behind. You cannot, as hard as you try, go back to the past. you cannot embrace the past as the present. you can only embrace it as the past, gone and left only to memory. only as a part of your story..
I love my past. As much as i miss it, the present, the future is just as potentially beautiful. we don't know if it will be as good, so i tend to cling to those memories.. but i remember, that the beauty is in moving forward, in making new beautiful memories, and loving the time i have now. someday ill look back on now and think about how awesome it was.
so what the fuck is the reason in missing the past?
the past drives you forward. at least, it should. do not hold on too hard to the past. embrace it, love it, and leave it. the future, the present, the potential of now, that, will be forever more beautiful.
life is one way.