The next shoreline...

By Vichara


There are some moments when I feel the very simple act of eating is just merely to gain enough sustenance for the journey somewhere. Where I am not sure. As if the acts or requirements needed to get through a day was only intended as means to accomplish the next step. It isn’t like there is no joy in the act of these things there is but it is tempered by some expectation of reaching somewhere. Again where I am not sure. Is there an end point, a harbor or some hallowed ground to reach that will provide the answers? I am not even sure of the question(s). Regardless of these musings time is the engine that is propelling us continuously. The shoreline of where we were is a distant line. The shoreline ahead is sometimes greeted both with some anticipation and trepidation. Again regardless we will all need to reach the shoreline of tomorrow and the next day and then the next and then…

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