Borrowed Time

It is on this 1st of May that I reacquaint myself with a small crack in the facade which might be described as human perception...and how this is useful to the common man I have yet to figure but I have one idea.  At every hour of every day, our perception ebbs and flows with the passing of each moment and the cacophony which fills the mind with echoes of moments past flavor the current moment.  When I see that I have passed a milestone, whether physical or meta-physical, I celebrate sometimes.  I dance or sing or write or give thanks and praise to a higher existence, that I never would have known otherwise without having tried the aforementioned exercise, whether it is work or habitual meditation.  There can be no separation between the physical body and the active mind, and there can be no questioning actions which when done boldly are forever etched into the fabric that surrounds us.
I wish that it was different, that I had had other opportunities which may have shown me greater affection for the present but my current temperament makes that difficult. As Frost said, I have many miles to go before I sleep and many promises to keep. Every time something is reposted is a reminder of something we can't control, something we've been missing, something lost in translation.  When we watch the spectacle of life as it unfolds, we are as the proverbial stones shaped by the ocean tides, forever born back upon the sand.