Riding the Wind

Change moves through all lives like the inexorable flow of a river along its course. I do not know where it leads us, but I remain receptive to its influence. I feel changed. I woke up and imagined myself several years ago. I'd bet that if I could analyze the inner workings of my mind, I would find few similarities between now and then. I do not mourn the loss of my prior self, but there is a gentle sadness at the thought that it will never return. At that moment, I was completely me. Now, it is gone. It will not return, and I cannot go back to it. I am now so completely me that I cannot comprehend anything otherwise. I would not change it for anything, because the moments I am privileged to be a part of now are some of the most beautiful things in life.