Letting Go of the Past

 Time Marches On

 

We are the slumbering giant, burrowing deeply in our settlement.  We may toss and turn, but little rousts us.  Only when the ground shakes, do we quickly rise.  A sudden jolt drives through our bones, and we realize we have slept way too late.

Such slumber is warm comfort, making the sharp shock of awareness a cold and painful reminder that things change, and we must adapt.  Perhaps we will, and a new day will dawn.  Or we may resist the change and even advocate for our own, but much has happened since our long sleep, and our momentum has slowed, held back by the arms of Morpheus.  So, we acquiesce, we submit.  The easy route.

Then that route goes cold, as the change marches over us, as we are too weary to resist.  We are the past, and the present is letting go of us, for better or worse.

 

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