Spiral of Time
Time goes on. It’s a spiral, ever focusing on an endpoint that you cannot see. The further you get away from the start, the greater the past seems, ever-widening with history and the story of your life. The end point keeps going and going, getting smaller and smaller in the distance, never seeming to end. Never seeming to get closer, though you know it is. Time goes on.
I am both a historian and a futurist. My past and the pasts of others fill me with mistakes made, knowledge learned, and wisdom gained. It provides me with the fuel necessary to proceed. I build with that information and construct my life so as to represent to the world who I am.
My future, though yet unknown, clearly has a path that is followable. It leads me to the goals I have made, to the expectations that I have come to have based on the needs of my mind. For it is the mind that dreams, and the mind that creates, and the mind that helps design those tools and devices that I will use to follow that path.
The future also holds all those detours upon the path that I tread. Those off-shoots that will build upon the spiral behind me of my history, yet still lead me forward.
Time goes on, yet time stands still as the story that is created becomes the one, the picture, the play, the chapter of time.
