The Journey
In youth we are essentially lost–yet at the same time consoled by confidence in knowing where we are
Surrounded by minions of odious curs we flee in a state of disarray endlessly scurrying for shelter from the storm
Oftentimes with myopic envisioning, we are deterred/deferred by self-imposed limitations allowing inertia to prevail setting aside the thrust of achievement
Nothing can curb one’s insatiable appetites; only indomitable patience and understanding may assuage an ever-looming depression-in-the-making concomitant with age beyond a certain point
Get craig rory lombardi, bronx born’s stories in your inbox
Join Medium for free to get updates from this writer.
We can never relive the past; only cherish its memories and pray for a promising future; appreciation of the ever-present present is an ongoing challenge… and an inexorable component of any happiness
The Creator of the Universe put us here on the Wheel of Fortune hunting foraging scrambling for sustenance/survival while inescapably wondering at existence itself
Ironically we anxiously await maturation only to ultimately face decrepitation and decease
Teetering on the brink of self-destruction a force within us nourishes the hope of convergence and better days ahead
Across my dreams with nets of wonder I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love — Bob Lind
©craigrorylombardi2023
