Child's Play

Digging up the past, all that results is a large mess. I've never been able to leave well enough alone. The past is dead and the future unborn. All I have, all you have, all we have is this moment.

Let us raise our glasses in toast to the now.

Let's not mourn over the grave of past years and the memories that stand to be buried with it. Everything must die, and I must learn to accept this small death in time.

And so another chapter of this life officially comes to an end.