Yesterday changed everything.
Where do I go? What do I do?
Questions scratched on a wall before the abyss.
Once my Springs were full of scented flowers and warm gentle breezes; they flowed like honey for me.
Daily, from golden cups, I copiously drank their intoxicating mixture of nectar and life’s festive dream.
I had made it.
Atop my perch upon the mountain I felt safe.
Then the winds thundered through and toppled the oak tree.
What now? Why now?
Fate’s smiling and deathless face has struck me deeply; it carries no answers but greed; it has shattered dreams with its fierce pain.
My climb wasn’t easy. Can I do it again? Of course I can.
I know nothing less than to win.
I have achieved great things.
Or, so I thought.
Hubris, my blindness, barred my way home.
Money, too much money, often shapes what’s wrong to make it seem right.
Truth becomes lost in the frenzy of perception’s ninety-nine percent and the one percent’s hold.
No longer do I want to bathe in the flicker of their incense.
Their faces, shadowed and cold, flow in the water by me.
Does guilt-free sleep lie beneath its surface? I think not.
What will excite my mind again?
It must not be the same.
If my life ended, how would I be remembered?
Would I be remembered for who I was or who I became?
Reading the fullness of my story is what I would prefer; not to be forgotten as the one they no longer could reach.
Time is the currency I must follow.
My friends are the people I care for best; they can do me much harm if they leave me.
Their forgiveness is paramount; in it lies hope; without it future’s potential is lost to a tapestry fixed in the past.
My abilities are steady and sure; they will navigate me to where I need to go.
But my choices, they must change; they must answer what I truly am.
Does wisdom follow my aging or does it lie beyond my reach?
I guess it depends on who is watching.
Opinions flow easily where knowledge is lacking.
No longer at war with myself, days fly by where once only seconds dragged on.
I own my fate and for the first time I know it.
If it is true that you are what you were when, then this year is my watershed moment.