I don't know where I'm going. But I'm going there. To a better place.
To a place of peace and belonging. Where I move to my own rhythm.
To where the air breathes and the birds soar.
Where a lost soul can find comfort in an unfamiliar place.
Each new step is a mystery and I try not to look back,
but to look forward while reveling in this present moment.
To feel the warmth of the sun, the cool breeze.
The movement around me.
I don't want to miss any of it anymore.
I want to stop regretting.
I want to stop forgetting.
Everything is moving faster and faster.
And I think of what comes at the end,
What will I wish I had done.
What will I want to have done.
What do I do now, to be happy then?
Then I realize, I have forgotten about the now.
And time ran away with it, leaving me empty
For I was but a mind stretched to the lengths of time.
I had become a ghost of the present.
The path is still unclear to me, a broad meandering path.
But I cannot navigate it if I let myself go blind.
And I find it less lonely when I see what stays beside me.
So, I will make it there in my own time.
And know that if each moment is a gift,
The future will continue to hold its majesty.
-rlo
