currency

time … takes no hostages but for those let with dearest blood if there IS such a thing as chaos it is in the scrambled madness that intent, circumstance, fate, and impulse leaves upon our plate … we trade the futures of our youth for the memories of age … the dearest cost - each moment, each instant - given without a thought of how incredibly precious it is how valuable its utilization … and it’s amidst that casualty that we lose sight of the little things the in-between happenings that become the thread of our lives - that gold braid that binds all we do and think and feel and find to our desires and achievements and sews the seam of existence, grace and hope … yet … we all have the option (and it is a self-conscious choice) to not accept time’s tariffs - to appreciate a moment with the reverence it’s due and not assess our worth by accomplishment but rather how fully we embrace the now and the only true lasting, timeless treasure … love.