gatsby

sometimes i actually pause for a significant time and look back on different times in my life. it's nice when my mind stumbles upon a pleasant time (or at least the pleasant parts of a particular time) and i can't help but smile and marvel and the person i was. sometimes the past seems so far away from the present. like almost as if the past lies, in some backwards way, ahead of where i am now. like that particular version of jacob is more advanced than this one.

what i'm saying is that sometimes it feels like i've lost my way. how did i get on this particular path? what happened to that jacob back there?

but the beautiful truth is that life inherently moves forward. new life comes with every breath. and we can't go back even if we try with everything in us.

i like to think that ultimately it doesn't matter how i got on this path - doesn't matter if, indeed, i lost my way off a certain path on which i was once journeying. what matters is where i go from here. who will i choose to be today? what will i place value on right now?

and in the end, it's all the same path - winding like a river to the ocean.