Each moment we find ourselves at another crux – a six-way lane change that cluster bombs out into an infinite range –
Perpetual potential possibilities present powerful plans, possessing mis pensamientos,
Gathering speed while moving forward is the most logical direction, but this multi-dimensional intersection has me sometimes traveling through space-time, second-guessing;
With every new open door is the draft that slams the last one,
Shutting out the doubts and tribulations from yesteryear’s thick fog, and dark clouds.
We don’t look back that much, that’s why the rearview mirror is so small,
But at times we do look back again and see things a little differently, a perspective updated,
With these previous moments’ emotions expired – examining experiences end up expedited, prorated.
Taking off back to the now, elevation is the growth, and the speed is the effort, we’re the pilots of our own narratives –
Journée-ing toward a new day, and as our lives fly upward, forward, we can’t help but check our six
to see the airspace behind and below us where we used to be.
Forward is still the way to go, the brave steps we put our feet towards, even when we feel at a loss for words, we can’t let past what-ifs or regrets have us hesitate to smile with love upon the open skies ahead.
Hindsight is a weeping angel, a stampede that gets closer every time you look back at it, hoping to touch your mind and send you down your own pasts’ never-ending rabbit holes.
The pedestrians on each crux of your life’s choices can overrun your mind if you don’t use your right of way, right away;
Let each quantum intersection be part of the breeze you feel as you fly forward – let hindsight be a record of lessons learned, a pilot’s manual to guide you to a higher plane as you fly on. – RSM
Rubén Sebastián Muñiz | ∞ 