Age

When we are young, and taking in all of the sensorial and emotional input, we are not as in-tuned to what it all might hold or portend. We busy ourselves with the living, gathering, loving.

And daily, we are met with new input.

And daily, we encounter angles we cannot see around.

But when we finally and slowly rise to the furthest elevation, we are so often confounded or muted to behold the backside of another mound.

And we are left there- really, alone, to realize-

What if no one sees me? What if no one hears me? What if I have no friends, loves? What if I have no followers? Has all of this input, traveling, busying been in vain?

Was it all luggage, or was it weight?

What does the hind side of that further hill mean?

And need I keep trudging, attempting to reach places, people, meaning?

Or could it be that I am already there?