We are within an ever flowing current. One moment after the next.
Though there are those who dwell upon the past, gnawing upon bitter, saddening, and maddening memories.
And in doing this, their bodies harden and they twist and turn in the tides like a rock or stone.
The past belongs to the dead. Clinging to it is akin to cradling death in our very arms.
If you listen closely, you can hear them speak of injustices and wrongs, pains and more...
...But the greatest injustice of all is that they're somewhere else with the ghosts when they should be here now.
Pray for them. Pray for yourself. That you may be here now and fall in love with the moment and you in it.
This world does not need an ocean of rocks...
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