Your past chooses how you walk the future but seldom lingers on the doorstep of today. Paths we tread, etched into the sands of aging days, remind us that forward is merely a return, masked in the dust of amnesia.
November 13th, A Year Unending
The waning light dances through forgotten alleyways of memory. Where does nostalgia lead you when there are neither beginnings nor ends?
Reflect not just upon the echoes but meditate upon the silence that follows, for therein lies the wisdom of untraveled roads. Every choice whispers its own history, clad in the fabric of what could have been.
Be instructed by the silent tapestry of moments left unexplored: