(Musings on the third photo of the second column of the Roman Holiday collection)

We walked everywhere, my aunt and I. On rare occasions, we would take a bus, or in a bold, desperate move, a taxi. In seeing the grand structures of the past still standing, one can’t help but wonder what the designers and builders thought as they set each stone in place, as each word was etched in at the top.

What do passersby such as myself take from that moment? Reflections of the past, the events surrounding the need for this structure, this message that has had the sun rise and fall above it day in and day out?

Do the same dreams then, now, help in shaping a better future or is it just a matter of Time taking down the lofty goals stone by stone until only dust remains? Will we ever learn what truly needs to be learned or are we destined to repeat the mistakes of the past, mistakes that will probably be repeated in the future?

How much time do we really have left to reflect?