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| Category - People | | NOW - Viewed 408 Times | Hal Ethridge
May 11, 1983 |
Now we meet past with present, present with future. It is here where we spend our lives. Weare like a reed that grows from the bottom of a flowing stream. It protrudes through the surface and the current flows around it. We, like the reed are rooted in place and time, like the current flows around us. We can gaze down the stream and see our past as it flows away from us, now beyond control and only a memory. We can anticipate the pleasure or pain we will feel as the currents of the stream or life surge toward us. Yet these things are beyond control. It is only the current that strikes us now, the present, that we can deal with. This is the"now" of life that is everything. Past, a dream of what may have been. Future, a dream that may be.
Now is real, all that we can change for better or worse. For some their roots grasp the stream bed firmly, or the currents are gentle. For others the current may be great or their grasp on the bottom weak. Yet for all, the erosion of time and current will finally cause the reed to loose it's grasp and travel with the current into the past. | | © 1983 Hal Ethridge |
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