Tides and Torrents

Does anybody know exactly where they are at any given moment? I don't! Well maybe let's just say that I'm not where I would like to be, but maybe I am where I should or need to be. When in the world are we really ever where we want to be? I have often thought from one year to another that I am there, only to realize in another instant that I am no where near where I thought that I wanted to be. Ergo, how does one come to know where they are and what they want to be and just exactly when does that moment occur?

About one year ago I was sure that my life had reached it's full potential and that things could never get any better, and I was right. But in the next instant I found myself spiraling into the depth of a depression that threatened to consume me and everything that I had learned to hold dear. What then was the pivot on which my life turned in order to make this kind of reasoning valid? I determined that everything that life that had brought me, to the day, had been chronicled in my being. Every touch and taste, every smell and embrace had taken me to the place that I called perfection. But for every "nirvana" attained there is also a promise of another to be conquered. Eventually we must finally reach the ultimate nirvana which is very simply just our own self realization. Many sages and poets over the years have hinted at one cosmic fact - we, and the universe, only exist because we choose to accept it and therefore give it relevance. Should we choose to ignore our reality than where would we be?

As the summer turns to fall and the sun light changes its angle signaling another season it is then that I take the time to reflect on the victories and failures of the last year. A moment to bring myself to a precipice from which I can view the valleys and mountains, the tides and the torrents that I have sculpted and read their rhythms. Like looking into a maze from above I can see the beginning and the end and most of the paths involved in getting there. To meditate on my memories and to hush my hopes and fears long enough to hear the sounds of the universe, and to take charge of my journey through it. We are all children of time and being such must make the time to feel it. And if we do I think we will find there is no limit to it. Yesterday is just today later, and today is eventually tomorrow, but tomorrow is of our making because of the past. The best part however is that tomorrow is forever. Listen to the calm ...