What is life.
A wondrous symphony,
A Greek tragedy,
Monotony and Majesty,
All in harmony.
We live and breathe and make our mark,
We see years and days and moments pass,
Our legacy left in the lives of those around us.
Imprints of eternity,
Ripples of divinity.
The moment before you, right now,
It is of the upmost importance,
It is what you have.
The past has brought you here,
It has shaped and broken and built you.
It doesn’t define, it determines.
The future is but a flicker,
A fickle flame that dances and dodges and dims,
But now burns brighter.
So take what is at hand.
See the past for what it is,
And don’t try to control the future.
Be right where you are.
Find life in the moments before you.
All of them.
Significant, trite, moving, ordinary, difficult, beautiful.
It all comes together to paint a wondrous portrait,
A symphony that needs every pitch and tone.
Life lived in one color or hue would not be life at all.
It would be existence.
So let us seize this day,
In all it is and has to offer.
And let us live in this moment.