In our romantic and hopeful mind, we look for better days and yearn for those that are no longer.
As we eye the future, today becomes a blur. We pass beauty, skim touch and barely notice the cool breeze of change.
We push and pull moments in time, for a goal that may never happen: missing what’s around us, losing what’s in need of us.
It is what’s now, that builds the memories: the poetry of space, the language of living.
We are not our belongings, nor work or money saved. We are our experiences, emotions and how we inspire: actions and intentions, love and support.