Even when the inevitable approaches, whether it’s our life or someone we’re close to, the days and hours and moments of the now still cradle who we are and who we’ve become since the then that came before.
There is no shirking or leaving abandoned any part of the road we’ve traveled or the choices we’ve made on our journey. We must embrace both the hallowed and the harrowing, our lofty spires and our baser desires, the bitter, the sweet, the homey hearthside retreats, and the haunted, uncompromising city streets of our souls.
Whether we’ve embraced change in our life or run from it; worked toward our evolution or been decimated and overwhelmed by our vices, we have purpose in our being here, regardless of what others allow or acknowledge.
Each foot fall we make is an echo of all those steps that have come before. And what is time but the total of these steps on the path we’ve traveled to the now?
Whether we accomplish our dreams before the end of our path does not diminish the glory of our first vision of ourselves or the hearts that initially believed they would accomplish those dreams.
When life becomes short on grace and faith, kindness and friendship, we can sometimes turn against ourselves and darken our own path and kill our own dreams, instead of casting about for hope and, if not finding any, create our own.
It is these shortfalls in believing that we must be vigilant against so that the then and all its imagined possibilities will always find a welcome place in the heart of our now. So that the echoes of what was is and always will be.