03 April

What does celebration mean? And how should one so plan for an event of magnitude when each day lived is destiny spanned?

We celebrate a new born life, and thereafter annually. But what of death, which leads to yet another rebirth intentionally? And what of every other day in which one’s life totals to a climax of a lifetime spent in the present moment lived?

It is useful to have landmarks by which to judge one’s growth, but why not make them arbitrary and significant, akin to that which does reflect important moments passed?

We do need, of necessity, to make a tough decision here; to grow up into adulthood or hold to childish wants in fear. If we choose the adult path, we lose the innocence and praise, but instead we gain the wealth of wisdom of all the ages we have never known, but through intuition we recognise the essence of the truths portrayed and make use of every skerrick, wise.

Grow up boldly and do away with things of yesterday. Take a stance and truly be far greater in stature today than ever you were in memory past, and know you’re not alone. We swim together in spirit strong and communicate a greater song, one rhyme profound in time and space, a song for all the years, one which echoes every day the sentiment a child might only know at the same time every year. Keep the promise of the future by embracing each day with cheer.