The older we get, it seems , the more people and places are going to be left behind on the banks of our pasts, left there because a love went bad, because of a move, a fight , a betrayal, an injustice, a death.

Memory is a dramscape, and a dreamscape has no exspiration date.It is an eternal present. The dream is all that is behind us, The mistake, it seems , it to dwell there.Change in linear time is the one constant truth about the world.

Regret of any kind is insidious.It steals from the present.Preventing memory does not steal from the present.Rather , the past, left alone , accumulates to create all that is now.

Just as the image of me shattered before the charming high school sweetheart, i could not be 13 again, going back to the old past is impossible but yet again it will always be with us .

The present of our pasts.

mAy Oo

Sometimes you have to postpone gratification, make concessions; but if we get too far from what we planned for ourselves, if concessions uncompromising and become our lives; we disappear with our aspiration.   

mAy Oo