“Many of us crucify ourselves between two thieves – regret for the past and fear of the future.”
There are aspects to the human condition I find cycling.
We go year periods with little to no change. From there a big life moment happens. We book mark it, tab it, photograph it. From there we live with that new addition. In the same pattern since birth our life cycles, yet again. This time however, with the new addition.
Almost like a growth, you get used to this thing being in your life, surrounding you. Then another life moment happens and the thing is gone. More quietly your life finds a cycle again. Living without this thing. All in all, one day you realize that it’s like it was never really there. Cycling.
If we can always get back to where we came from, get back to our patterns, then what is the point?
I think the fear of losing something special is hiding in my midst.
There’s a speck on my eye. I can only see it when I look away. Away from it. Away from direct light.
I know it’s there. Hindering. Distracting. I know it’s there. Reminding me, small things matter. Small things are large things. Small things.
The night sky, I see it. Only when I look away. The galaxies. The planets. The distanced anomalies to my own one-in-a-million existence.
Key yet so insignificant. Key yet so insurmountable.
What’s trapped in my vision can be so symbolic. Symbolic to what’s to come. Symbolic to what I have to move away from.
It’s all left up to interpretation. Even still, it’s messages hold value. However I translate.
Speck in my eye. Horoscope. Distanced galaxies. Fortune.