Here, where I am right now, wishing the past had been
different or at least responded to differently.
Here, where I see only swirling hopes for a future that has a
completion from the hopes that I have now, based on the
hopes of the past, which didn’t eventuate at all.
Here, where I am not seeing clearly, because of rush of the past and the
yearning for a future of some other way or other time.
Life is not composed of discreet segments,
nor a flow, nor blocks of experiences stacked together.
Life is not predicated on wishing,
wanting, hoping, nor striving.
Life is not a journey to some
destination or place or way of being.
It is not for my benefit
it is for the benefit of all others.
It is a swirl. Clockwise.