The poet said: "one can only live forward". What we were yesterday is in the past. Permanence is perhaps an illusion of time. Like trees, our bark is full of cracks, its branches and roots give proof of our existence. Perhaps we are a tree, surely giving fruit and shade to our own, but we can also be the small flame of a candle that illuminates the world in a small way and gradually fades away.
You are also, although I do not know you personally, a special being! May your light always shine in the universe, Eric. Beautiful Sunday
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I appreciate that, Nancy. As I was writing this I was thinking about how people's life choices begin to show on their faces as we age -- life choices, how we deal with stress, how honest we are with ourselves, how we treat others, it all begins to show for the world to see. I hope you enjoyed your weekend!