Thursday, August 27, 2009

that was yesterday

you did it. you made the milestone. you accomplished the achievement that preoccupied your mind all this time. dreams, hopes, aspirations. they all came true. and it was all because of you. it was not easy, and it took a lot from you, and you made sacrifices, and you had to work harder than you'd ever thought possible. but you did it.

and the way it makes you feel is literally like you are on top of the world. in ways you've never felt before. it's the feeling of victory. of triumph. of being a champion. and you want to feel this way forever.

and you take the congratulations. and you allow the contentment. and you grant the conceit. and so go to bed believing that it will always be this way.

but then you wake up.

and it is early dawn, and the light has broken the darkness, and the sun is rising to speak its story, and you are alone in the solemnity of the silence. and as you lie there, the moment goes before you, and runs to the rest of the day, and then to the limits of your life and from there onwards to forever. forever beyond your grasp.

just like yesterday.

and you realize then that whatever you did is now just memory, whatever you accomplished is now just past, whatever you felt is now just gone.

because that was yesterday.

and you learn then that there can be no congratulation nor contentment nor conceit, and that you must rise from bed knowing that it must always be this way.

because that was yesterday.

and you understand that all there is now is now. this moment. this thought. this touch this sight this smell this sound this breath. in the warmth in the light in the fragrance in the whisper in the heart of this brand new day...which beckons you forth to begin once more your journey towards its milestones.

now.

this day.

and every day that is to come after.

because now is the realm of the real and tomorrow is the realm of imagination and you are the path that leads from one to the other.

now.

this day.

and every day that is to come after.

and so you start, and begin again, and do so the way you do when you begin a trail anew: with nothing, except for you and now and this day and every day that is to come after.

and everything else?

that was yesterday.

1 comment:

Trihardist said...

I've known that feeling