From Memory To Memory

Now and then: then and now. Time drags you from place to place and from memory to memory. The world seems filled with moments you have lived before. Everywhere you look you see ghosts of your past lives moving through these streets and down along these wooded paths.

You were young here once, when this world seemed so much bigger, stretching far beyond wherever you tried to reach. It seemed that the roads you ran down would go on forever, all leading down to that shore and the sea, expanding your world as you dived deeper into it and swam further from your familiar shores. It seemed it could go on and on, like some endless sea, with islands dotted here and there, each one promising a lifetime of its own, whilst at the same time hinting at what more lay beyond the horizon.

So there were many nights when you stood out on the shore, watching the sun set beyond some horizon, while you made plans for building another boat to sail off towards that hazy land in the far distance.

Now, though, you know just how big the world is, and how easy it is for some careless hand to blot it out forever. You know too that every road you walk down, every path you take and every sea you sail leads only way, and always will – in the end – bring you back here, face to face with yourself.