It does not do to dwell on that past, though it is wise to learn from what you’ve done wrong; and it is equally frustrating to always be casting towards the future as though you might weave a spell to move all obstacles asunder. Here is our one time – squarely and fairly laid in this moment. As Tennyson says:
“Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’/ We are not now that strength which in old days/ Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are”
And is anything worth more to be cherished, hoped for, than this? To say, with full conviction, I am what I am and strong still.
The air is crisp, I ride everyday through the dark, dress warm, find new urban paths.
Riding bikes the other day through the woods and having come back refreshed and giddy, I shower and think to myself “it is more than I could ever have hoped for at this point in my life when Iwas younger and had fooled myself to believe I was wild.
Here, today, I am most wild and unlocked, well and calm and nourished. These are the good old days.