Excerpt from my upcoming work...

One of my long term projects is a work called "The Last of Those Who Walk". When I say long term, this is one I have been carrying for many, many years. Sometimes I share bits and pieces of my work here on the site, today I am going to shar a small slice of one of my longest engagements in authorship. I hope you enjoy it...

“Among his meditations was only the moment, the place his mind made its home. And where it rested, the past and future were pointless abstracts, untouchable, and distant.  Neither was either here, nor was it now, and he could change nothing of them. Only at the time of his death would the moment catch itself; and then, the moment would settle its debts with him. At that moment, past and future would be given the same meaning, and his karma would be completed.

The moment had been and would be, his unrequited journey, his life in full. It was the sum of his time measured by days, weeks, months and years, all measurements of the moments he had existed in. They followed him along his path through ruin. Too many had become despondent echoes, yet still, they acted upon him in the habits and hindsight of his world.

He was assured as a boy that all men, no matter how gripped by awareness, would one day question their remaining time. In turn, they would be changed by the answers they found. The call was there, he heard it in his thoughts, the questions he'd never asked. It was the aging of his days and thinning of his life, it was the time his master told him about.

 

He sat, in the yellow autumn light, looking to the fork in the road. Left or right, neither direction mattered. He knew only murder either way. For the first time, he realized choosing a path was inane. Making a path would be better. In such a world, both directions were the same, both lead to the same place. But what if he could make a new direction?

 

So, he remained, and he thought.

 

And among his meditations was only the moment. Even the spinning of the world didn’t remove him from his moment. Morning turned to afternoon and his thoughts called to him with the aging of his days and the thinning of his life. So, he chose not to choose, and instead, he decided to go back and find better moments, even though he didn’t know the way. It was a long journey, a long walk along the road.

 

And winter would soon come to him…”

 

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