New Year, Old Thoughts

2007

Almost 27.

Gosh that's scary. Bet the same thought is growing through your head right now too.

The older you get, the longer the path you seem to have trot...

one's accomplishments get diluted by one's lifetime.

the older you get, the shorter the path in front of you appears...

you're too old to do this, you're too old to do that.
your body is weak, your flesh is putrid.
your mind is absence, your memory fading.

there's a point in your life where you're at the top of your game,
when you're the king of the 'hill',
this is a moment when one wonders,
"Am i still climbing my hill?
But have i already passed it?
If I had,
Was it a mountain?
Or an pile of sand,
already blown away by Time's gentle breeze?"

My scars, my wounds, and my aches
They carry my past with me.
Of past battles, past decisions, past choices.
They are the foundation of my soul.

But,
is the foundation sound?
Did i make the right choices then,
or have I doomed myself to a future of failures and regrets?

Is it too late
to say "I'm sorry, please let me try again??"

The answer is...

Maybe...


That's a word of hope, and a word of fear.
Carry both in the heart and walk onwards...