Living in the past, I’m constantly looking back with discontent. Living in the present, here, with you I feel love; without concern for the past. Looking towards the future is frightening and uncertain but here I am living in the middle of these realities, taking small steps towards my future. So when you see me ask yourself in which reality you wish to be in, because if you approach me with the slightest will to pause my march towards betterment I’ll leave you in the past without so much as a glance backwards. And as you realize the certainty of my future and the righteousness in my step you’ll be left in the dust, the reality of my past. Forgotten. Thus, with the loved ones in my present, held near and tight, past will become ash; a swirling pattern of what used to be, burned up in the passion of my will to survive.