That magical ski run or unique food experience shines like a beacon pushing you on
You want even more and better but in fact all you get is wanting
That memory is just a snapshot a stale cartoon of a vanished moment
Chasing it is like chasing time itself you’re always behind playing catch-up tweaking the wake of the passing ship
Climb aboard get in front look forward not back
Leave the past to reflection
Open your heart to the presents showered with uncertainty upon your path.
It will not be the same it never is it will just be whatever is.