The Past. The Present.

Life is ironic.

When I was a kid, I spent all of my time thinking of the future. I spent mornings riding around our neighborhood on my Huffy dirtbike pretending to really be riding a Harley, and I couldn't wait to be old enough to have my license. Then I spent so many afternoons either sitting on a tractor or standing on a hay rack just thinking of how I couldn't wait to graduate and go off to college to escape the farm. Even later I would spend nights thinking about meeting the perfect person for me and having a family and finding a place of our our.

Now that I have all of those things, I spend a great deal of time thinking of my childhood and youth. I'm sure this has to do with losing Mom and Dad. I'm sure too that it has to do with the fact that I've finally reached a peace and ease in my life like I've never known. So instead of focusing on what disappoints me or what I need to gain, I can just enjoy life and those still in it. This is a blessing.

I think my childhood is one of my most treasured possessions. I look around and wonder how many here can say that. I know too that my present life is my most treasured possession. I too wonder how many here can say that. I guess Lennon wasn't totally right when he said "Happiness is a memory." I've come to believe that happiness is present tense.