yesterday

What makes us pause before moving forward?

What makes us look back?

What makes us shake our heads?

What makes us remember the past?

Join me in saying aloud:

 

Yesterday ended last night!

Why fuzz about yesterday when we can never undo the past? You’ll never even cross the same river twice.

Then I thought of answering this question. 

Possible answers:

1. We are so happy, thus holding on too much to that thought just to prolong the feeling.

2. We are in so much pain, regret, and worry, that the idea of clinging on to such thoughts would answer our probing questions, i.e., the why, how, what, where.

3. We are so lost, thus convincing oneself that finding our true and radical self would change our future.

4. We are in great awe of the success of yester years, thus relieving oneself of that thought of the “only” promises of tomorrow.

At the end of the day, the things we do are the choices we make. Every waking hour is the answer to all our questions, i.e., a new day to begin with, to learn, to stumble, to smile, to cry, to succeed, etc. - that sums up “I am alive.” I mean should that not count? Why disregard the obvious? And that is ofcourse another option. But then again why aren’t you forgetting to breathe in air?

Life is a gift and not a curse. Survival is not just another option, it is a blessing.

call me by my name

then i’ll hear you

look me in the eyes

then i’ll see you

put your hands on mine

then i’ll believe you

when in that distant past i’ve traveled long ago

your thoughts have always said hello

how come you don’t even recall?

how come i remember it all?