Progress...or Something Like It

Oftentimes I can't tell whether I am moving forward or backward. Progress is a tricky thing. I'm getting older, but am I getting wiser? Some days I am really cynical. Other days I fake attempts of optimism (this is always a short lived play; I am a realist, after all). Other days depression vows to defeat me. Tonight I happen to be very happy and hopeful and more apt to take things at face value, rather than muddling things up with over-analytical thinking.

I have been on a bit of a roller coaster lately, not only with my moods, but with my life goals.  I have spent a fair share of time on getting my hopes up, having them fall abruptly, being crushed by imaginary setbacks, and being uplifted by the smallest advancements to my goals that bystanders would just overlook or take for granted.  I hold certain intentions dear to me, and when I care about something my whole being revolves around it whether it is healthy to do so or not. I have to keep reminding myself that it's okay that the best things in life take time, and that awful dreaded word PATIENCE.  I also have to clutch in my hands a thing called reality because not everything turns out the way we want it to.  We may yearn for a certain outcome more than anything in the world but never attain it, because our fate holds something better.  As faithless as I can be at times I do still believe certain aspects of our lives are meant to be.  I also believe that there are a lot of treasures along the way to finding our destiny but it is very easy to miss out on them if we focus too hard on the future.  Today is here for a reason.  We can choose to enjoy it, or we can choose to underestimate it, and perhaps lose the best part of our lives along with it.