It\u2019s funny how things change, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
how what used to mean the world <\/p>\n\n\n\n
slips away with time and distance <\/p>\n\n\n\n
perhaps to be forgotten <\/p>\n\n\n\n
or to live on as no more than memory, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
a piece of the puzzle of your experience <\/p>\n\n\n\n
what made you what you are <\/p>\n\n\n\n
in this moment and beyond. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Though those days and people leave their marks, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
the scars and souvenirs of life long lived, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
there\u2019s always something else <\/p>\n\n\n\n
to be found around that next corner,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
something waiting to take the place <\/p>\n\n\n\n
of that which has been left behind. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
There\u2019s nothing certain but uncertainty, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
the spinning wheels of time and change <\/p>\n\n\n\n
that carry us ever forward, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
away from some and to what yet waits<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s so hard to tell <\/p>\n\n\n\n
just what impressions will be made, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
what little pieces left behind <\/p>\n\n\n\n
will stick with us for more of the journey <\/p>\n\n\n\n
and what will fade as our lives turn\u2026 <\/p>\n<\/body>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"