TIME MACHINE

     Sitting alone in a quiet solitude moment, staring at nothing in particular but remembering quite a lot, forming images, tiny, a little  big and in some cases big pictures of the past. Of words said in haste, anger and error. Words too powerful to take back,

  Of actions performed out of love, kindness, and compassion but taken with levity, trampled on and not appreciated.

Of times of inaction, drawn between the choice of saying a NO or a YES and never actually coming to a conclusion till the opportunity pass.

Of diverse timely moments of great discovery but its manifestation crippled by fear, fear of the future, fear of a formless shade lurking in the dark  waiting for our weak moments to consume us and make us into its captives.

Of moments we experienced freedom, freedom to be whoever and whatever to see the world at a glimpse.

Of times we loved genuinely, felt the heartbeat of the one more closely drawn than a brother. Who brought out an us that we never knew existed.

Of moments when we felt pain, from the strong grip of sickness or the cold hands of death that had snatched a loved one and left us wondering "when will it pay us our visit."

       Traveling down memory street and taking turns, several turns in between failure avenues and success close.
      Of the many failed efforts and few success stories.
  Of the times. We thought we couldn't make it. When the pressure for a life of meaning, so much cumbered in our heart. The thought of how our dreams will be born and come alive.

    And when we alight from this time machine, we see an us that is stronger  than before. We've  drawn strength countless times from our past and when we look at how much we still have to conquer, how many kilometers we still have to walk. And we compare it with how far we've come, we always have reasons to say "we will make it", one day, some day, but eventually. If we faint not.

                                                                                    ---JOO