I see you.

I still see you. I can close my eyes and see you. I can see those moments when it was only the two of us. I can see us in the middle of that crowd. I can see us at the place we loved being. Time changes people. It can’t change the memories that were created. You popped into a dream last night and it was a pleasant surprise because it was totally unexpected. I actually smiled. Only because it was so private. 

Two people move on, separate lives, distant for so long…..brought together in a dream sequence that only the subconscious can create….ironically, something we have zero control of. The mind is such a funny place. My mind has changed so much over the years, but don’t we all. The good times are the ones I will choose to remember fondly. Who wants to remember the bad ending to a movie? Hahahah

The First Amendment...for the people in the back that have soft feelings.

The First Amendment protects fundamental American freedoms, stating that Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances. Essentially, it guarantees freedom of religion, speech, the press, peaceful assembly, and the right to petition the government. 

Escape Inside

I had traveled all those miles, across so many boundaries and lines. You thought you were far away, but you were right beside me, on the loneliest flights and quiet cab rides through city streets. I always went back to those times at sea and the rocks along the coast…..it was my home when I was often homeless or in the sky. Imagine how much wind it took to push me 100,000 miles?

If

If you don’t stop looking into your past, you’re going to miss out on your future. 

Bob

Untethered Soul - Contemplating Death - Pg 158

Take a moment to look at the things you think you need. Look at how much time and energy you put into various activities. Imagine if you knew you were going to die within a week or a month. How would that change things? How would your priorities change? How would your thoughts change? Think honestly about what you would do with your last week. What a wonderful thought to contemplate. Then ponder this ques-tion: If that's really what you would do with your last week, what are you doing with the rest of your time? Wasting it? Throwing it away? Treating it like it's not something precious? What are you doing with life? That is what death asks you.

Let's say you're living life without the thought of death, and the Angel of Death comes to you and says, "Come, it's time to go." You say,

"But no. You're supposed to give me a warning so I can decide what I want to do with my last week. I'm supposed to get one more week." Do you know what Death will say to you? He'll say, "My God! I gave you fifty-two weeks this past year alone. And look at all the other weeks I've given you.Why would you need one more? What did you do with all those?" If asked that, what are you going to say? How will you answer? "I wasn't paying attention... I didn't think it mattered." That's a pretty amazing thing to say about your life.

Death is a great teacher. But who lives with that level of awareness?

Whoever you are, wherever you are....tell someone that you love...that you love them.

I can't say this any more clear than I am typing it. Tell someone you love them. Tell someone you're sorry. Accept an apology. Mend the broken fence. Open the door. Drive to see them. Hug them. Look them in the eyes and say, you love them. If they're alive, tell them how much you care. It will do as much for you  as it will them. Get that coldness out of your heart. It will always be a waste of time. Go towards those you cherish. Hold their hand. Make them smile. Smile. Say I love you. Say I care about what you think and feel. Relive old memories. You will not feel better about holding that grudge, you will not feel better about standing your ground....believe me. In the end, you will see that you have wasted time being angry, upset and doing nothing. Don't. Let go. Let in. Let bygones be bygones. 

We only have this one life. One god damn life. When you're dead, you think you will give AF about how "strong" you were to stand your ground? No. We have this one life. We have this one life. We have this one life. Say it with me. 

I'm sorry if I hurt you. I'm sorry if I ever made you sad. I'm sorry if I was not the person you thought I was. I made mistakes. I wish I could've been better. I care about you. I hope you're good. I hope you're thriving. I hope people love you. I hope you love someone. 

Wherever you are. I love you.

Bob

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.