So the cold wintery night has finally approached. Confirming the o' so loved but yet so feared saying, "All good things must come to an end." If lucky enough, a new day will come providing a fresh beginning. The scars and memories remain as we move forward into the soon to be past. No longer will I hold on to what was...along with what never was. I can not control time nor should I ever try. But I do promise that I will never again neglect my clock...and I will keep my hands to myself. Something beyond all of us awaits in the tomorrow. Not to be predicted, only to be embraced. Letting go of all the ills of yesterday, I rest my head with ease. I am focused and prepared to move into the new day in a brighter light. One that will shine my path distinctively, allowing me to see how I acquired my scars and memories. When the day comes where my light shines the brightest and time is full with wisdom, may my light project behind my footsteps so that my child may follow if she or he wishes.
Sometimes what is hard is the easiest thing to do. And sometimes fiction can be the realest way to live.
