A new year is born
As the old one slips away
Into the fog of our past
Tucked into our drawer of memories.
A time for remembering,
Holding cherished memories,
Not willing to let them go,
Not ready to see the future.
A time to reflect,
To make resolutions,
Trying to remember.
To live in the now.
The clock ticks on ... it never stops.
A supercilious clock
Ticking away our time
But we can seize each moment
And conquer that clock.
This moment is all there is -
This magical moment,
No past ... No future.
Just now.
Each moment is a kind of death
And each a rebirth too.
We worry about the tomorrow
That really never comes.
The past shaped us
Never to be forgotten,
An end and a beginning
As we move on
To shape our future.
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It is so true that the best of life is when it is lived in the present. Yet, why is it so hard to stay in the present? The past draqs us back and the future tows us forward. Why don't you write about why the best of life is so hard to do? :-)
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