If time creates memory and memory defines time, where am i?
Am i still in the past when i hope that the good things i have will last?
Or am i now in the present when my future steps in a split second
For sure i’m not yet in the future because i still keep my prayer in my door.
If my past defines my future, where will my present be?
Is it in the middle of the two, a prelude to a future past beyond my grasp?
If my present decides my future, who decides my past?
Wasn’t my past was also once my future in the not so distant present?
Time really confuses me, so i let go of my time. They say spend it wisely.
Does being wise mean you spend your time preparing for your future?
But how can you prepare for your future without neglecting the precious present?
How can you be wise when it goes so quickly?
Good thing i got memories.
But memories belong to the past not the future.
And time moves in a different direction, memory in another.
Time moves forward. Memory relives the past.
I’ll just enjoy the moment. I don’t know how to spend my time wisely.
I’ll just use it.
Strolling and finding Toronto’s greatest public space…Nathan Phillips Square. The fountain, the pigeons, the beige colored city hall , the ice rink (on winter) and a current tv show filming on the plaza. Standing and having my photo taken…. looking back, that time clock at the background reminding me that time flies so quickly when one is enjoying the view so deeply.
Capture it with lens and keep it forever. No words to expressed. Thank goodness I’ve got my wordpress! 😉
I can give you a thousand reasons to visit quebec, particularly quebec city but i don’t speak french, so i might as well say it in universal language and that’s the language of visuals.
Since a picture speaks a thousand words, a random photos of this fascinating place might convince you that there’s no place like it.
Don’t worry i won’t post a thousand pictures here. I’m deeply convince that just this photo is enough to make you pack your bags, try the “french” fries and indulge in that very elusive french kiss! Bonjour!
Strolling around in Newcastle Island, i found a way to have my photo taken with no one in sight.Well, there were only 3 passengers on a pump boat (yours truly included) when i head to that island, the two strangers hurriedly bike around as they leave the boat.
Wandering to the greeneries , i saw birds resting, few steps and they suddenly all flew to the horizon., if only i could ask them to have my photos taken. but all’s taken realizing that’s the perks of traveling alone, serenity and ingenuity crops up and voila, a stone, a fallen trunk or a useless rock suddenly appears and one is ready for a photo shoot. Who says life offers a single hue? 🙂 – By JoelF