"The Truth Of Remembering..."

It is a strange thing to grow older, to approach and then realize that one has arrived at the twilight years of one's life.  And yet, here am I.  I have known and experienced incredible and sometimes unthinkable changes in my life and in the world around me. And it was my discovery that nothing remains the same which I found to be the most shocking and hard to reconcile.

Sometimes I ponder the things that as a boy I marveled at, like the audacity of the WTC. And like it, there are myriad  and countless places and things that once I thought of as timelessly immortal, but which have now crumbled to ruin and disappeared before my very eyes.  My loved ones, including mother and father, siblings and others have preceded me in the final act of life, which is death... and the passing of the notables of my era have reminded me that there too shall I soon journey.

I've known both the unparalleled joys of love and the unbearable pains of heartache, with far too little of the former and far too much abundance of the latter, and yet a quiet still hope remains ever in my heart, even as I can nonetheless feel that same heart growing weaker by the day. And despite what I now find to be a strange hope for joy, melancholies wash over me each and every day, sometimes moving me to tears as I recount what might have been. And here in this corner of a realm that doesn't really exist,  I soldier onward, even leaving a record in words and images of the precious desires of my heart and of the fondest of hopes and dreams that still flood my thoughts and fill the pages of the annals of my mind.  

And so at this strange and unfamiliar time in my life, when the tide is leaving the shore, I am left each day to wonder as I wander in my journey and as I continue my inexorably march towards the sunset that so clearly reveals itself in the golden haze on my horizon, What was it all about?

"Fear Eats the Soul"