It’s very strange to think
You are experiencing
The fullness of your reality
Right now.
Now unfolds forever.
Yet when we reflect and remember
We seem to have a life story.
But is the story real?
How do you know your memories
Reflect a past that really happened?
How do you know your memories
Aren’t creating your past
Rather than recalling it?
There’s a beauty in scars
Because they tell us
‘That really happened’.
You Really Did Live Through That.
