Flow

Our lives are  floating down a river,ever changing,swirling like fallen leaves that have landed in the water .We always assume that when we are in the minute, time stands still,but that isn't so.Time never slows,never comes to a stop.Everything is constantly moving,turning,lifting,swirling,moving.
We take a picture of the moment,but the moment is gone once we click the camera.We look at old photographs and see a soldier during the civil war as he is looking into the lens of the camera as if he is looking into our soul.What happened after that moment?.Did he get up and walk away,or did he stop to ponder the significance of his actions.We will never know.
We are in constant motion. The time it took you to read this you have aged,not significantly,but you have aged.And age is a moment by moment event.We see someone everyday yet we don't notice the changes.The leaves on the tree have fallen,they will fall again.
We are in perpetual free fall,sliding down the window of life,landing at our destinations to only find the destination has changed. Life is a curious thing. As it should be.