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Time & Places

Places and moments.
Where our feet have tread.
And our eyes have beheld.
These moments in time shared with family and friends.

To recapture
To relive
To regain
All that was felt and experienced

In a second, one can feel joy, excitement, hope, comfort & safety.
The feeling, that every moment after, will feel just this way.
But in the next breath, those feelings are lost to the past.
And trying to recapture them is like trying to catch a cloud.

Wandering through the streets that feel familiar.
Trying to recapture the moments of the past.
The feelings of life and laughter, where the world was ours and the future was always far away.
Learning to live in the now.

Now...
This moment.
This breath.
This experience.

To be both grateful for what was and what will be.

Now...
Breath.
Live.
And be thankful.

Simple.
And incredibly puzzling.

Life is the constant moving forward into the unknown and letting go of what was for what may or may not, lie ahead.
For if we are always looking backward, we will miss all that is before us.
And time is not a thing to be recaptured.



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