A temporary moment in space, passing far faster than we take notice.
A spec of life, on a ball of dust, floating amongst the stars.
Think about it. Really.
The one place that we can breath, the only place that we can grow.
The days seem to move slowly,
lazily enjoying their time like the sun fading on a hot summer's night.
Passing in grace or at least trying for it.
The years, now those fly by without hesitation.
A ride that ends to quickly and for some, before it really gets started at all.
Tomorrow is neither promised or assumed.
It is a gift to wake up alive
To breath in the air, to see through the eyes, to feel anything,
to feel everything.
No guarantee or assurance, only hope for more.
Endless possibilities await the stirrings of tomorrow.
Ideas take shape, wishes emerge, plans get created.
Hope fills us up to the brim, allowing creativity to overflow.
Unafraid and unabashed, it washes us over,
eager for tomorrow's bounty.
Yesterday is already gone.
To late to change or choose, a distant recollection of thoughts,
our choices burned into memory.
Forever etched into the song of our being
The silence brings peace, it also bring pain
The pain, the hurt, the frustrations.
It is all just a glimpse into our larger existence.
It reminds us that there is purpose.
Not blindly going about, unaware of all
but joyfully present in the life we are living
Today
Today
