am i a layer of my ancestors skin…

…history….culture…time. inevitable things that consistently pass…if we were not to take notice of the past; does it matter…overall, we are effected either way…but to what consequence?
i feel it running cold in my veins. the poison of the future. it runs fast, devouring everything in its path…shaking the foundations of the past, and laying waste to synthetic smelling functions.

to remain in the past is death; for the present refuses digression in momentum…but the future forgets.
my heart aches because i know nothing of those that came before me, that toiled so that i can sit in the place i am privileged to be. but is it birth or is it pain that enables us to progress…or is it the pain of birth? what connection do i have to those i have never seen?

is it not the Lord who places me in my life? was it not the grace of God that Joseph was saved from being a slave, in which his own siblings sold him to be. was it not Saul who was changed by Divine Intervention form a life of killing to a bearer of the Gospel….our appointed destiny.

since i was a child; i knew that my life was not in vain. the reason and appointment, was never clear; but the continual feeling of purpose haunted me, and haunts me still. there was a time i cursed God because he put this inside me…and did not tell me what…or why…but slowly…despite my knowledge of the past….despite my knowledge of the future….i know that in this present there is much beauty in a dying world…love exist and we must chase after It always.