We Are All Time Travelers

We are all time travelers.

As we wake up on the day that we're born, forgetting the times we lived before,

We look forward, trying to define the feelings in our hearts.

The origins of the memories that we seek, ends with no beginnings.

Confused into thinking that they're simply a thought.

Convinced that our lives fit into a finite box of beginning, middle, and end.

A wavy timeline.

The dizziness when we can't put the structure under the foundation because it doesn't make logical sense.

There is no ground below.

The frustration when we can't explain why we know what we know without pretense.

Why we are who we are. Why we love who we love. Why we're drawn to the people that we're drawn to for no specific or explainable reason.

All because…

We are all time travelers.

Suffering.

Suffering the agony of forgetting.

Savoring the echoes of all the other times that we live.

And living in between.

Love and Light,

Maria