Children don't make judgments about which details are important... a child captures them all.

Walk, first, through the fire, then philosophize.

Loss is essential, loss is part and parcel of that necessary calamity called life. Mind you, I'm not complaining. Thanks to some inexplicable universal guiding force, it is always the worthless things we lose - slough off, like a moulting snake. Losing and losing again, is the very basis of the process, til all we are left with is the bare essence of human existence.

Time had changed the magical to mundane

...the face has limited space. My mother used to say, if you fill your face with laughing, there will be no more room for crying.

I think a lot about the past, it's true. But at my age, the past is more present than the here and now. And there is not much percentage in the future.

The carnage upon the chessboard of life, left wounded humans in its wake