I close my eyes and count to infinity, there are memories in slow motion Words spoken, feelings, fragments Loose bits of thought arranged into a rough slipstream: a desperate attempt of creating continuity from chaos
Life is short, but it is long And maybe this is what Einstein was talking about, how it seems to be both simultaneously And how the pendulum can lean more one way or another depending on the day
How perspective is a switch, illuminating the darkest recesses of experience. They say every cell in your body is replaced after 7 years, and I certainly feel like I have lived 4 lives over
So be kind to yourself, the next time you are molting the old you Shedding the remnants of what was left after growth Watching in disgust at the crusted edges of skin, calloused through destructive habit
You are older and wiser. But you are also not you
And your life is yours to share.