The End of Something

Something is missing.

“Getting thrown out of baseball was like having a part of me amputated. I’ve heard that old men wake up and scratch itchy legs that have been dust for over fifty years. That was me.”

Shoeless Joe Jackson, Field of Dreams.

The wise man would tell you to go with your heart. The wise woman would tell you likewise. You would not tell yourself any such things. You can’t see the future, only the past and that crawls with memories.

A stoic would tell you to put one foot in front of the other and keep going forward. No, they would just tell you to keep moving. If you stop, you stop for good.

Things have their time. They arrive, they stay, and they then depart. It is. It is. It is all in the present. That’s this thing we know that’s called life. It is there for a moment before something else comes along that is followed by another thing.

Seize the day for it wil never come around again.

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