This post should not need an introduction but maybe for people that have not seen anything non-political here. But there is more, or less, dependending on your view.
Yes, I write lots of other stuff. However, normally only political or humor makes it onto the blog. Here’s an exception, unless philosophy and metaphors are even more than I thought.
Back In The Day
I had a strange thought while looking out my window one day. More of a vision actually. When I walked by the window, the corner of my eye thought I saw a silhouette. There really was none.
But when I turned to look, I imagined what I thought I saw there in that place. A small child maybe; meandering along with a simple stem of a weed in his/her hand under the sunshine, smiling.
A gentle breeze was blowing the hair. A curious happiness was in the air. Youth exuded in a soft glow tainting everything surrounding that image in the background.
Oh, what I thought must it have been like, many years ago, when a child may have been playing in that exact area under the afternoon sun? Sure, there were children in that spot from time to time, I’ve known it for years. In the late 60’s or thereabouts was a house close to that spot. A family lived there. Other children were nearby.
Life was different then. It was a different age too. There were things ahead they could not know. Yet optimism abounded. There were even things in the past about which they were aware. A promising future lay ahead – both for adults and kids. A different time, indeed. A pickup truck brought daily mail down the dirt road.
But their present was only a snapshot in time, for them. One to embrace with every breath, taking in its beauty. Nothing could interfere and nothing seemed to threaten it. That was a sovereign moment between the past and the future.
Though times do change, memories are etched by the present. They stay with us devoid of tense. But context, they say, is everything. So it was with this scene playing out in my mind.
I wondered a moment or so what it was like back then? Was it really as I imagined? It could have been just that way. It was the same way for many others in that era. Concerns were closely held to the local area. They cared about the space in time they were given. Nothing, it seemed, would interfere with the task at hand. They were not going to allow that.
But in reality, I thought, what I envisioned was still a combination of the present with the past. If only the two could be joined that easily, as a simple vision? Well, it doesn’t seem to work that way.
The past is the past and the future will be the present one day, and today will be its past. So enjoy this present for all it is, a point in time. It is not quite as fragile as one thinks, but it is more flexible than one may like. For it is the combination, the meeting place, between the past and future. And there is no other like it.
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