The river is now. This moment. This breath between us. The space between your heartbeats. The moment before you blink. The instant a thought flashes through your mind. It is everything that is around us. Life. Energy. Flowing, endlessly flowing, carrying you from then...to now...to tomorrow. Listen: you can hear the music of it. Of the passage of time.

The river is now. This moment. This breath between us. The space between your heartbeats. The moment before you blink. The instant a thought flashes through your mind. It is everything that is around us. Life. Energy. Flowing, endlessly flowing, carrying you from then...to now...to tomorrow. Listen: you can hear the music of it. Of the passage of time.

Your future is your own again. And I consider that to be a happy ending to the story.

I try to make choices for my own life. And I try to make those choices count.

An unanticipated destination, perhaps, but you must admit,all the best journeys take unexpected detours.

Happiness can be close by, even if your heart is far away.

Because when all you have is the past, it's hard to let it go.