Over the Hills of Distance

This is what comes out when we open the box, surprising in a way. We never really expected there to be that much in it, while at the same time we somehow expected more. These are strange times, haunted by so many ghosts of the past, while it seems we left the future behind some time ago.

There was a time when the future seemed to stretch out before us as some newly discovered land, unexplored and waiting for out footsteps to make it real. There seemed to be so much out there waiting for us to give it all a name. 

There was a time when these hills we now stand on seemed lost far in the mists of distance, too far away for us to ever know or even reach. Yet here we are now, standing here to look back over those plains and valleys of what used to be, knowing we can never go back. We can never return, no matter how fertile their green lands, no matter that the life we lived there was good and young and filled with the possibilities of future.

We have left all that behind now and we turn our faces towards what lies on the others side of these high hills. We turn to face these new lands that were hidden to our young days and still we wonder about what is yet to come.