In the rear mirror of your mind lives a story. One that takes shape outside the realm of time. It plays backward and forward simultaneously. It marries past and future in an instant present.
You look into it, and you kind of see, but not really. It floats as if it is a dream while being reality. It takes shape as if it has no edge, while shaping it continues.
It rarely stops, even when you stop noticing it. It rarely asks for attention, even when its story is one you desperately want to hear. In its mind lives a timeless rarity that survives even without you observing it.
Isn’t that a mystery? In the sense that the life you walk is dancing on the edges of an invisible chasm, crossing it continuously while remaining true to its nature.
Can you see it take shape?
Probably not, and that’s ok.
If the promise of solitude and serenity you tried, it lives in excitement and rush too. And if neither shows up, that’s ok too.
When the moment deems it to be so, you sit back and relax, look into the rear window of your YOU looking back at you and enjoying the endless show for once and for all.
Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~
Love it ❤️