The Ode to Love and Loss
'About the echo of love, that became an echo of the past.' #If_You_Go_Away Traveling, leaving, reaching toward the endless kingdom of what might be; these were the quiet voices that shaped my teenage years. I was endlessly curious, a young explorer forever standing on tiptoe, trying to see beyond the horizon. I did not yet understand the quiet beauty of the present moment, nor the sleeping power buried somewhere deep inside me. The Power of the Present I was always chasing what lay just beyond the world, always trying to pull back the heavy curtain of the future. I was only a boy then, a boy who had not yet learned how to hold the present gently in his hands, or how to trust the hidden strength of his own soul. Today, many of those wild desires have come true. And yet, I would trade every victory for the chance to breathe that distant moment once more. But what was once so effortlessly possible has now become a ghost. We let the river carry us away, my friend. And now we sit o...
