I stand on the Path in a moment in time, aware of the difficulty of capturing a single moment, because in the very moment I announce its existence, that moment has passed. Let us say that we can consider a “moment.” I stand in that moment, and gaze backwards at the path that brought me here. Where does that path exist? In my memory.
If I focus on my memories, can I discern whether the memory comes from my own mind, or if it is the memory of a story told to me about my life. Could it perhaps be a story told to me while looking at a photograph from childhood? Is my authentic memory of the photograph and story, or of the actual event? Does it matter?
Whichever it is, the Memory has brought me to this place and in this way. Now I face another direction, looking forward to the future. Where does the future exist? Since it has not happened yet, it exists in the imagination, and that is truly exciting! My imagined future is my choice, but it is a true statement to say that I can only GO where I can first imagine.
What will I imagine?
How will I imagine it?
“Out there things can happen, and frequently do,
To people as brainy and footsy as you.
And when things start to happen, don’t worry, don’t stew.
Just go right along, you’ll start happening too!”
― Dr. Seuss, Oh, the Places You’ll Go!