One should count each day
a separate life.
Seneca
Yesterday is but a memory, forever beyond our reach. Whatever happened, whether right or wrong, fair or foul, it is the way it is forever. Regrets and what ifs are all for naught. It is. We made it so.
Remember it? Yes! Learn from it? Of course! But it’s done, carved in the diamond hardness of the past. Accept the present. Its arrived. We’re here now.
Tomorrow? An ill focused memory of what hasn’t happened yet. It’s given form only by the actions we’ll make today and all that happened yesterday.
Think about tomorrow? Yes! Try to predict beyond the Sunrise? Of course! But it isn’t real as yet. It has no form or structure. It’s nothing but a wisp of thought and fancy. It isn’t yet, it’s ours to fashion out of action and desire.
Between remembering and expectation, there is a cusp, a point of time, of action, it’s called the now and it’s in motion. Unlike the past and our many tomorrows, this is reality. Malleable, under our control to a large degree. We choose, if we wish, how to act. In each instant of awareness we create our future. Each instant of action carves our story in the past.
Search between what we are already, and what we might become, and we find ourselves, gifted, not cursed, with the opportunity to act.
(c) 2007 Peter de Jager , Pdejager@technobility.com
quite a meandering trek.
Any good journey, and the bad ones as well, usually are.
Enjoy the day