Development

Some years it is easier to write and some years it is easier to read. I suppose when they say that every time has a place, whether you attribute that to numbers, vibrations, the stars, or theology; whatever, whenever, wherever your experience is, it cannot be the same way twice. Thats the good news. The not-so-bad-but-twice-as-sad part is that to move forward sometimes we must leave parts of ourselves behind. Like the last glimpse of it featured in the flipbooks of our lives. Leaving behind something once loved, now stuck between the pages.

As many times as Ive tried, to failure, to stand perfectly still, like a wallflower or perhaps an insect perched on the walls of time, I have found that even as loniliness and freedom can be called by the same name, also then inviting certainty into existence just leaves everything and everyone else more uncertain in its wake.

This life radiates the balance we seek and yet it isn't an attainable state of being, at least not one acheived without more discipline than I or anyone else have the time here to ever master. Still, some times are for living and likewise some day, not so far off, will come the time to perish as well. To forever be pressed in upon, closed off and sealed into the earth. And likewise with the uncertainty that rides alongside the pale horse, there's also a wisdom in the certainty of its presence. Good or Bad. Free or Not. Write or Read. Grow or Rot.

Time will take you there.