It Has Passed

I seem to forget how quickly

everything, in this age of instant,

becomes the past.

Random thoughts, photographs,

journal entries, grocery lists, facts,

fashion and faith captured in the

moment will soon only represent

history.

What it is becomes what it was.

Our memory banks are brimming,

perhaps more eventful than the

current account of our lives.

The past affects the present, now

becomes when, even if we try to

do it all again.

We can’t relive the past; it has passed.

How do we deal with change when it

happens again and again? You can’t

prepare when you don’t know what is

there. You can only go with the flow.

 

j.g.l.

 

 

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