But the thing about both pain and fear is that the bind you to the present, an that's not a bad thing. Memories can't drag you back, and in a sensed rug you with memory, and the future's opium-pipe of striving is doused.
You've got to be there, in the moment.
Win or lose.
I don't look forward, don't look back,
it only matters where I am.
History's bunk, the future's jack
and I have no master plan.
I've got no golden photo-past
to leaf through the days of yore
for things are moving very fast,
and yesterday's a bore.
Likewise it seems the coming days
will be harder than I want to face,
I'll have to trust to find the ways
to counter death's embrace.
You think me an odd, nihilistic duck,
but today's the day to make my luck.
Here's Bob Seeger, with Still The Same.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.
Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.