To the [Good] Old days.

I sit here and I wonder, ponder rather, about all the things that once where...whether the places I've gone would have been any differant... whether the past could have changed and whether the future would be any easier. I have to wonder whether the past was good or bad; which of course leads me to question how do I define good and bad, but that's for another blog all together. The problem I have is that I stand here, well sit here really, not knowing how I have come to where I am... think more philosophically than litterally for this one ppls...

Sure, I have had some obviously good things happen to me.. as I have had some obviously bad things happen... but I mean the small things. I use this sense of failure, well not failure as much as lack of success really, to motivate me to continue forward, thinking that the future must hold something better for me without trully realizing what the past has held.

When you're standing on the edge of a cliff, do you stare down and wonder what it would be like to fly (with a parachute of course) or do you back away and go the way you came... never questioning it?

*To the Future, Past, and Present*
T.