Looking back is
just a loss.
contains not promised dreams.
For yesteryear is
a poorly-remembered impostor,
is never what it seems.
The past is nothing more than a boggy plain,
stretching endlessly to pull you in.
The future is like chasing a rainbow—
just a spectrum with a glorified end.
Like Bunyan described all those years ago,
all journeys are weighted with struggle and victory.
But, I must depart now from his view
and the futile simplicity of his allegory.
I cannot be vested in the past,
nor an idea of a kingdom in the stars.
I find such aversions quite aghast,
holding us back from exactly who we are.
All humanity maintains a sacred idea
of who we’d like to be.
However, we only have today to breath it in
and prove our worth as we write the story.
I don’t disagree with future hope.
Please, don’t get me wrong.
But, we must rid ourselves of attachment and self-lies,
knowing the active present is where we all belong.