And as long as there is a future, it will make you question your present...
I never know when to plan life, or to let life plan itself...should it be day by day? or week by week? should i plan for the months that lie ahead, or should I keep my mind focused on the very second that i'm in? Is it okay for it to wander to the future? A place where the the present is the past, and it becomes gray and hazy, and everything that matters in this second is swept away by the seconds of the future...the future which holds my past and present in a delicate foamy existance that is swept out to sea with the constantly changing tide...
live for today, tomorrow has not come yet. But when it does come, will it feel the same as today? Will the same touch make me warm? Will the same breeze fall upon my face, and will the same tension build between my shoulders from the same thoughts that tighten them today? If tomorrow comes and nothing is the same, will I wish I had not been so ignorant as to have only indulged in the very comfortability of the present seconds? Will I long for a chance at foresight? Will I yearn for a second chance to let my mind wander beyon dthe tangible and self-evident?...
Will I regret allowing myself to be swept away by the temptations of that which presented itself to be in my selfishly present state of mind?
If i minutes are only as far ahead as I will allow myself to see, is that not like driving alone in the dense fog and hoping that you do not take a wrong turn, or hit something just beyond the fog that you could not see?
Yes, as long as you drive slow enough, the fog will clear enough to allow you to see just that tiny space of road to which you are headed, just enough to keep you driving and moving forward. But what happens if there is somethingahead which you cannot see, and by the time the fog clears it is too late?...
Am I obligated to look ahead, or is it really ok for me to surround myself in the ignorant bliss of today? Right now. As my life continues, so it does in the lives of those whom my life has become a part of...and seconds melt away as quickly as they have come. And the future still lingers far ahead, taking that which has not yet become past and already letting the hazy gray seemlessly permeate the blissful ignorant present...
live for today, tomorrow has not come yet. But when it does come, will it feel the same as today? Will the same touch make me warm? Will the same breeze fall upon my face, and will the same tension build between my shoulders from the same thoughts that tighten them today? If tomorrow comes and nothing is the same, will I wish I had not been so ignorant as to have only indulged in the very comfortability of the present seconds? Will I long for a chance at foresight? Will I yearn for a second chance to let my mind wander beyon dthe tangible and self-evident?...
Will I regret allowing myself to be swept away by the temptations of that which presented itself to be in my selfishly present state of mind?
If i minutes are only as far ahead as I will allow myself to see, is that not like driving alone in the dense fog and hoping that you do not take a wrong turn, or hit something just beyond the fog that you could not see?
Yes, as long as you drive slow enough, the fog will clear enough to allow you to see just that tiny space of road to which you are headed, just enough to keep you driving and moving forward. But what happens if there is somethingahead which you cannot see, and by the time the fog clears it is too late?...
Am I obligated to look ahead, or is it really ok for me to surround myself in the ignorant bliss of today? Right now. As my life continues, so it does in the lives of those whom my life has become a part of...and seconds melt away as quickly as they have come. And the future still lingers far ahead, taking that which has not yet become past and already letting the hazy gray seemlessly permeate the blissful ignorant present...