Someday, somewhere — anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
onehundredfourtyeight.
You are the thought that is going through your mind at this exact moment. You are what you want right now. You are the place where you are standing at this moment. You are the song that your singing under your breath as your eyes scan over these delicate words. You are all that this moment has to offer. You are everything about it. Nothing more, Nothing less. The past is gone forever more, and nothing could ever possibly bring it back. You aren’t and will never be your past, whether it be ten seconds ago, or ten years ago. Your future is just out of your reach, and it will remain this way until the days we crumble into ashes. You aren’t what could happen nor what has yet to occur. You are just simply, whatever and whoever you happen to be at this moment in time. It could all be changed with the snap of your fingers. In the blink of a eye. Regardless the situation, you are who you are right now. Nothing else matters. It never will. Decide who you want to be for now, and don’t worry about anything other than that. Leave the past where it belongs and let the future work out for itself. As for the present, you are exactly who you are meant to be.