There are moments when I look at my past with an equal amount of fondness and pain. I think for most of us youth seemed largely like something that would never run out. Now that I’m older it seems I live to prevent time, memory and meaning ebbing from me any longer. I can’t stop the first, second nor even the third from occurring. How odd, that when we stop doing heroic things, when we stop trying to make a difference in this world our life seems filled with paradoxes. We seem to only have purpose when we’re moving, we must pick the time and the space to be, how odd that when we’re in motion life can seem less unstable. A transient we will be. Action splits time in two, into the past and the future. Action helps place us somewhere in this universe. Lost in mazes sometimes but this is true, that we are born to live and die. If we’re going to succeed at whatever we do we’ve got to learn from the past. We must look at the town we left from our place on the hill and make our way onward into the horizon and fearlessly into the town nearby. Travel without hesitation. Wipe the sleep from your eyes, cover your ash heap and move! A lost pathfinder you must never be.
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