Perhaps if it were possible to address the past as we do our present companions, we would learn much more about what it means to exist in a fragment of time. We would speak to our former selves with words of wisdom and warning that we deem valuable to future success and break the boundaries that days, weeks, and years place on our knowledge. However, it may be fortunate that we cannot, indeed, advise ourselves from making- shall we say, less than admirable decisions, for then we would be left in a state that did not allow for our current existence.
What a paradoxical mess that would be!
So I suppose we can only reflect on the people we once were and the decisions we once made and those we once knew and realize that our lack of knowledge of the future led us to the very place we sit in this very moment. A place to some dictated by fate and to others merely by pure coincidence, but this place nonetheless.
How thankful I am that ignorance brought me here!

I only wished to tell you that
Your mind intrigues me
Like a spider web glittering
Your threads of thought entice me
To unravel their gossamer splendor
And understand their complexity
I wonder
How can such beautiful words
Come so naturally?

How humorous are those curious little frames displaying works of art
They are becoming
Little presents wrapped in transparent paper teasing me with treasure within
I am becoming
A man drowning out at sea with the shores of his destination just in sight
You are becoming
The tree blowing in the wind indifferent to the bending of its branches