Life Is A Race

My Journal For Today-- Random Thoughts & Musing's.

Editing is always tedious and Gather remains a dinosaur that reminds me of the dial up days.

Every human being is born with a certain amount of moments, On A Finite Scale- from birth till death.

- Just this short audition -it is now, our time here .

A Masterful Game and a true Mystery & Paradox.

We are born into this world with no instruction's and Everyone is in the same boat for whatever reason, we are here.

I Have Heard Or Read Of Past Master- all say you have to walk your own life.

There are no real experts on this subject!

Maybe to be learn?

What I see I could not have imagined in my greatest fantasy or my worse nightmare- look around you and tell me how little you actually see?

The Human Race is made up of opposites -and all the myriad Conjecture's is where Expectation's abound.

Yet in reality- it is this magical time- which determine what is truly accomplished this moment of now.

This rules seem to be written in all language's.

Sometimes so blatant as to scream for-  ATTENTION.

Life Sometimes reminds me of a scene from a movie after awhile.

No one can give anyone the answer to any of it-all anyone can do is point the way they are going.

Sorry!

And like all tests - they mean nothing unless they mean something to You.

In the blink of an eye it can all be gone!

Even faster-

While we are here we are in the prescence of a higher reality.

We are still in the beginning phase -if we as a race survive.

Anyone with half a brain must see this too?

We look through the peep hole into the something that can never be described.

We Are All Children in this Universe who libe a short life span and then are gone.

In front of us are the things to show us how to really communicate and navigate & evolve.

I look and it saddens me- A nostalgia like memory from a childhood dream & Our children mirror us - in relationship with each other through all our networks of communications .

Everyone seems to be running around bumping into their mirrors refection's.

Memoir's for who?- yet it is one of the ways  and tools I have been given to communicate- so I do it like a message sent out in a bottle in the sea.

Like the words to a wonderful song  with a little bit of me -I mixed in " Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever, but the earth and sky- It drifts away not another moment will all your money buy.

For my short sojourn here, yet..

Dust In The Wind

"You can take a persons money, but you can always give it back- someway- somehow, yet when you take a persons time that is the one thing that can never be replaced."

It isn't for Gather- nor point's in the end.

Welcome to my world and I hope you have enjoyed your time?

Today seems okay with launching this re edited journal?