The Ephemeral walk

Ephemeral lives grow strongest on ancient roots and deserted beliefs of self-reliant hope... and the future is nothing but a faint line on the horizon. 

Take this thought and the visual image of a lone nomadic wanderer crossing the desert. As the winds washes away walked prints, and heat waves dance silently in front, oasis may appear... or not.

It doesn't really matter. Not as much as each step, breath and thought. 

We seem to fear not what may lie ahead, but, rather, what is left behind.  The fear of loosing track to our original starting point, even the fear of loosing track of others, seem to be stronger.

Perhaps, the reason for depressions and further mind illnesses.

Fear neither past nor future, but the ephemeral misstep; inevitable consequence of walking. And... whilst walking, why not enjoying, neither past track nor path ahead, but the soft breeze of the gentle motion?

I dare not answer such questions. But embrace the fear of detaching my feet from earth in an involuntary sequence of unbalance.

Miguel Lev