shadowed memoirs Reflecting on yesterday. Nothing to regret. Nothing to change. Only to learn. To know. To grow. “We pass through the present with our eyes blindfolded. We are permitted merely to sense and guess at what we are actually experiencing. Only later when the cloth is untied can we glance at the past and find out what we have experienced and what meaning it has...” “...the passage of time, which transformed the volatile present into that finished, unalterable painting called the past, a canvas man always executed blindly, with erratic brushstrokes that only made sense when one stepped far enough away from it to be able to admire it as a whole. ” joy masiSeptember 12, 2018anonymous, john doe, the endComment Facebook0 0 Likes