Time stops for no man.
It is said that a rolling stone gathers no moss. But that person never said the effects of that stone wearing out.
Time and time again we are reminded by the painful nature in which the fourth dimension works.
We need to leave things behind in order to move forward.
We need to let things go to receive new things.
We need to give to take.
We need sacrifices for rewards.
A long road has been trodden to reach this state of mind.
Journey.
Much has been learnt. Experienced.
Hurt.
But the greatest lessons are the ones that burn the soul. Scald the mind.
Imprint.
Of all the souls that have touched me. Few leave a lasting impression.
I am ashamed to state that I am one of those insignificant Toms that only start to appreciate those that have already left. Only see the value when the being has gone. Only see the purpose when the meaning has gone.
When they have already been taken away by time. By life. By death. For eternity.
Time and time again. I need to tell myself often.
Take care.
Not for oneself. Not for others. But for everything you do. And for everything you think you do.
You will never know when opportunity is robbed.
When time is stolen.
When the mind is broken.
But by then it is all but too late.
Dear Hikari,
It's been a year.
I wish you a safe journey, even though you might have completed all there is to be traversed. The humble soul below here knows nothing of your joys or sorrows. Your happiness nor your despair. It shouldn't bother him any more. But unfortunately his curiosity befalls him. And it hurts.
Of the things you have done in this realm, no form of gratitude can repay the surmounting debt. No form of reward can compensate the generous enlightenment. For the saying goes, and eye for and eye; a tooth for a tooth. I life this sinneth life as I may, carrying this debt; a flag that shouts out my misgivings, my debt to you.
Difficult it may look. Painful it may be. But that is the life that I choose, and the life that I shall live by. The dimension where I mourn you eternally, to remind me of my imperfection. That I am but a mortal living in the realm of time. The dimension where I miss you. And remember I will. As much as I am able.
Thank you for accompanying me while you were here. Your assistance is much treasured.
A thousand wishes could not grant me what I would like from you. But then again, none has been bestowed upon this wretched soul. Undeserving.
I can't come to see you this year. And neither do I wish for you to trouble yourself to see me.
But I do hope. And hope is all that I can possibly offer.
Hope, that you are well.
Goodbye sunshine. The moon raised.
The cat bathes in its smile. Its gloom derived.
