Metaphor runs deep in the Hudson, and so my mind is full whenever I find myself near the water. This river means a lot to me... if you know me you probably already know that.
It flows from behind me, a never ending reminder of what was. It is teeming with life and energy, nourishing my present. It forges relentlessly into the future, forcing me to lift up my eyes to what lies ahead. What could be.
The sheer weight of the water quiets my mind. I know that although this moment is mine and mine alone it will not linger, though I may try to cling to it. I stand still and wonder who else will see these same drops. Later today, or next week, or next year. Who will swim in them, paddle through them, drink them, wash their dishes with them. I will never get this moment back again... but some pieces of it will be passed on to those ahead of me. Those down the river. This thought increases its value for me.
I think back on a year's worth of moments and I'm grateful for every one of them. Some were filled with exhilarated joy, some laden with unbridled heartbreak. In some moments, I knew nothing but confident assurance; in others, empty confusion. But they are each a gift; a gift I do not take for granted. Individually many may seem forgettable, but as a whole they will stay with me for the rest of my life. A year of moments is no small thing; it is the sum of a million parts.
And so, in looking at tomorrow - and the next day, and the year ahead - I have but one thought:
Each moment that comes will only visit me once.
What will I do with them?
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