Life

Like any other human being, I often wonder the meaning of it all. Today my family and I took a walk down our familiar city streets. Whether it was the biting cold, or the past leaving my body as we marched on, I began to reflect on my life so far. I'm not the old, I'm honestly just beginning to get the hang of things, finding where I fit in and all that jazz. But in my time, the years have blended together. Something that happened years ago seems like it happened many months past, not years. I can vividly recall my toddler years, riding my tricycle around the condominium complex, bothering the guests as I rode around my kingdom. But here I am today feeling it just happened when it was so long ago. And then I think of my parents, how they were once my age and how it must be to them to see me growing up as they do. I wonder if they think of the years past. The days before they met each other, when they were children. When I mentioned my thoughts, they admitted to thinking the same things. The same wonderment of what it all meant, especially as we watched a proud grandma pick up her young grandchild. We all believe in reincarnation. The idea that we are souls and they outlive these bodies. Maybe immortality is real? But what they told me, made me cry. The told me of a promise they had made to each other, that in their next lives, they would find each other, and would be together, in their own epic love. And when it comes down to it, love trumps all, and maybe that's what it all stands for.