Time goes by, and each action and thought we produce alters history one second at a time. We have changed each other, and now I am no longer who I used to be. A great thing, for who I was could not understand who I am.
I am sorry for the misunderstanding, and or reason for departure, but the dream that I set forth is still a ways off. The sun continually rises and falls, and this is against my own hand. Time, a blessing and a plague, perfection with in itself.
And here I am, again, traveling once more down the never ending road where choices are made. But this time, there is a sense of understanding. That who I am, what I am and ever wish to be, is a consequence of my actions and my response to God’s timeline.
And we steadily wait for the next second…
