Musing

today’s Musing written and published from south Calgary, near Fish Creek Park

1C/33F (high 19C), last night’s warmth and moonlight gone now; walk around the lagoon, homes waking, kitchen light power bounced off wet stillness – lit our way

ideas pile, word jam traffic, pinch point, no signal, no signs, mind racing feels like a freeway nighttime photo - time lapse – caught endless tracking headlights show where I was going, endless taillight trails show where I’ve been

time lapse photography applied to recent years, trips near and far, down alleys, near and far, forays into darkness, near and far, in search of dreams, near and far, right in and right out, on ramp or off, fast lane, slow lane - few lights truly bright, butterfly brilliantly lights my way – safety and risk and hopes and dreams – no time to waste

safety and security – free from risk – does not exist; some seem blind to it or oblivious, but it is always there; no safety net of comfort, no reward without risk, no joy without sweat, no life without value, no value without life; doing without adventure is safe, so very safe, so very dull; doing without safety, is such adventure, with or without the illusion that safety is something anyone can hold more than for the moment

spun faster, faster still, then slow, steady now . . pace . . step . . step . . faster than plodding, slowed down so thinking, deciding, deliberateness can happen

go slow? no, fast is better

thoughts - memory’s after-taste

experience - sensory time-lapse photography

doing without [insert your passion/butterfly here] is a choice that time does not wait for; time goes on without caring or feeling; time, enemy of all things good, cannot be stopped

no half measure, time zips, waits not, wants not, has no opinion, offers no resistance, offers no help; quick or slow it does not care; if we fail to speak, fail to act, fail to think, fail to try, time ticks on just as fast whether we taste life or simply sit wishing we could

when all life’s been snuffed, when my body is dust, I hope it can be said of me:

lived life flat-out, loved life flat-out, never looked back

Mark Kolke
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