We long to be blessed with time to properly ponder, our minds sketching out the faintest of truths, chasing shadows that most often, slip away.
We crave a chosen weight to hone our soul’s jagged edges, so we don't become like driftwood dulled by the world's reckless tides.
Quantum breadcrumbs strew along the twisted path of our years, flecks of chance, sparks of wonder, glimpses of pure love, all leading nowhere and everywhere at once, the well-worn path we all walk, half-blind, half-dreaming, half-alive.
The dreams of the young
and old in us often collide,
measuring our worth
in time and in mirrors,
manufactured desires distracting
and manufactured dissent divides
the best of our years
obscuring the very constellations
in which we were born to arrive.
~Eric Vance Walton~
(Animation created by Grok-Imagine.)
