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 The Good Ole Days
I was talking with a friend at the gym today;
We decided that those who long for the past,
Nostalgia making it sweeter, are not really happy.
Others look to that day of retirement with hope;
Wanting the future to be better than the present.
The present is all that truly exists, the past and the future
Are a construction of the mind to give us a linear perspective;
Yet, our soul is eternal!
Riding upon the wave of the present moment.
Fully alive, fully alert, fully existing.
When I remember the good ole days, ask myself,
‘Were they truly all that good?'
I can look in the mirror and see the projection of my past;
Or I can look off into what I will become.
Distorted is my vision when I look outside the present.
I see what I was, what I am becoming, but I don't truly
See the real me.
Like looking through frosted glass trying to see reality;
It is impossible to be honest with myself.
The past may look more beautiful in this state;
The good ole days become a shining beckon on the hill.
However, this is an illusion of a mind.
Yet, our soul is eternal!
Riding upon the wave of the present moment.
Fully alive, fully alert, fully existing.
When I remember the good ole days, ask myself,
‘Were they truly all that good?'
29May09
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