Gone are the guts, the glory. Replaced now by perpetual stories. Winding their ways down paths long forgotten. Into the world we now know. Poking their incandescent heads into our dim lives that we are now accustomed to.
This is what the past is. What it does. It exists to remind us of what we were and why we are what we are now. We are ourselves. When we think about our lives, while we are still young, we have no grasp on reality. We only know action because we have no reasonable basis of comparison. So we live fast and free, greedily grabbing for experience, purposefully falling short or exceeding or stepping to the side of our expectations, so that we may accidentally find happiness. Because in my experience happiness is something that is stumbled upon while we are minding our own business. Some of my best experiences in any endeavor have been while relentlessly pursuing something unrelated. That is true in happiness as well. And, lets be honest, who wants to meet their goals exactly- I cannot think of a more dreadful tedium then instantly gratified goals. In my experience gratification is found when a person is either just or slightly less than equipped for a task. Because mental agility is the greatest virtue. Actually I pursue and accomplish goals like a machine at times. Carefully calculating and executing with mechanical precision and poise- I definitely resemble a machine. That is why I need to shake it up, dust it off, and mix up my mind in its rut or gutter.
