But lately, travel through life feels a bit like sitting facing backward on a train,
Watching where I’ve been fade into the distance, ignoring the distant future which lies ahead. Unaware of what it looks like or where it will end up, focused on what has already been.
Some people face forward and some to the rear.

I find within myself, at last, the desire to look ahead.

Aft is aft and is no longer, and should nostalgia beg for its attention, timeless pictures yet remain, and hold within them an occasional warmth found within a momentary glimpse.

Satisfaction is in a journey forward, not a look back. For whether pain or pleasure in my wake, fixation on what has been, as it passes, only brings unfulfillment and longing for that which will never be again.

Real passion, I have found, is not in that which was or is, but within that which is possible. That future of infinite futures, where possibilities abound and where desires and passions reach their highest peaks of fulfillment. And, though many will attest that it’s the journey or climb, they yet neglect the only reason a journey may provide any happiness at all: a desirable destination pursued.

And so I look forward and move onward, seeking destinations which excite and motivate me and give me joy in the advancement toward them. As long as I look forward, cherish where I have been and focus on the destination, the ride will continue to be a pleasure cruise.