Looking back I see
that the best of times were not
when I was looking behind or
looking forward but
when I wasn’t looking at all.
The times I was content
to co-exist with the past, present, and future,
no regrets, no expectations.
The times when time was not
an issue, a challenge, or an obstacle to be overcome.
The times when I wasn’t comparing
or rating the overall success of my current experiences,
so, in fact, the best times were never
really quantifiably measured to prove
they were the best.
But they were.
And they will be again.