I sit today musing that a younger me came walking into the office. As he perused his surroundings a look of interest fell upon his countenance. I wondered if he saw my accomplishments or failures. Perhaps he saw the books lining the shelves as merely the dust of memories and dreams. Perhaps he saw them as wasted time. I would hope that the younger me would see my path toward purpose is in line with what he envisioned for his future. Did my evolution of objective change into something he would have despised or approved of? Would he have thought my time well spent and worthy?

I sit today imagining an older version of myself looking at my place on the path. I think that he would see my time on the path unfruitful, even in its pace and accomplishment. I don’t think that he would see the passing of time used always wisely. Surely, he would warn me that my assumptions of time were of no use; wasted energy to the mortal and worldly. Perhaps he would think that I could be doing more. Perhaps my evolution of purpose is not the journey he’d wished I would take. Would he then encourage me to meditate more over the journey and not yet of the destination?

Here I am ruminating between memories and dreams, fantasizing about an outcome yet to be had. A short sojourn between the past and future. Wondering over the trail of tribulation I have walked and considering the path that is now laid out before me. Each step has brought me here, and I am blessed for it. A new decade of steps to start with a renewed hope of focused purpose. For now, I will let the young and old me argue about the journey, yet I will set my eyes to the destination. Here I sit, judging each step to see if one after the other will make me worthy enough to pass through the gate at the end.