Dark is the beginning, slow the ascent

We begin somewhere and then we rise, moving through situation after situation, overcoming obstacle after obstacle. Defining life through events no longer serves me. I am not my history, although most would claim we are so shaped by our past circumstances and situations, and I seek to look ahead and not behind. Limitations locked in time, most of my memories hold little charm and while I know they cannot harm me, I will not be a prisoner to my past.

The decades of my life have moved like the scenes from a window on a train speeding to it’s destination. They blur and distort, becoming fragments of a dream I once remembered but cannot now put the pieces to and finally, FINALLY, I do not care for that was never me.