isn’t it crazy— how quickly your memories become a little hazy?  how fast the tide changes?  even though you never noticed it before  isn’t it crazy  how quick the seasons go from hot to cold  and you could’ve sworn  the shirt you wore that day was gold!  how your new room used to seem so large  but now it just feels so incredibly... small?  isn’t it crazy  how we dwell on certain things  certain events, certain dreams  like the unpleasant bite of a cold day  the cat that never seemed to stay away  the smell of your favorite food on a summer afternoon  but the rest of the picture just seems to fall away?  it is a grayscale painting with bursts of color— where did the rest of the painting go, i wonder? all of a sudden,  you can’t remember why you went outside that day  the exact color the cat was—black or gray?  what your favorite food used to be all of these things, you forget to see  or they are details that you change over time  and suddenly you cannot remember  the last time you took a walk outside  insignificant, but you wonder all the same  where did the time go?  i grasp for it, reach for it, chasing the lost time  pleading for it to come back, i’m not ready yet, it refuses to comply  it slips between my fingers— gone, and this i cannot change,  no matter how hard i try.   but I’ve spent so much time  looking back and hoping there is something new to find  i’ve lost sight of the path ahead of me which path did i want to tread?  did i remember to pack the bread?  have i lost track of who i am inside?  or is that a discovery i’m still beginning to make?  it doesn’t matter what color the cat was— only that there WAS one  doesn’t matter why i went outside— I learned what cold was  doesn’t matter what my favorite food was  i enjoyed it, savored every bite  at every turn,  there was a lesson to learn  and i’ve lost sight of that  because i was busy dwelling on the time i’d lost  the innocence I’ve spent  and the wild faith i hope i’ve kept  live in the moment,  stop and smell the roses, and what you’ve learned, do not forget  hope for the best  but focus on the rest  do not dwell on what has passed  it lives on in you never gone, never forgotten  you are shaped by what you’ve seen, what you’ve done,  what you’ve preached,  the heights you’ve reached.  isn’t it crazy?