Between the continuous tick of clocks, the muffled wanes of silence creeps;
Upon the brow lines form with time, the inevitable truth we all must face.
Immortality we chase, but somehow lost; the delicious presence we dare impeach;
We toss and turn but cannot sleep;
The future seems all that we strive to seek.
How can that be? With all that we see? In front of our eyes but we are diverted to stop, appreciating each other, each day a new step; each moment a blessing; each feeling a new depth...
An experience! however small; begging our brains and our heart to just wait....
Be patient with words and thoughts that expel in constant battle to say the next word.... The next word... how about the next action? Or inaction? Gain traction until we are tired of asking about where we are from or why we are here.. my dear I agree it's much easier to fear! But to be fearless requires something few have got....
Take in a deep breath.... and breathe...
Look up at the trees and see the soft wind.
Feel the sun dance upon your skin.
There is something beautiful about growing old.