It is Tuesday.
What do you do with your days on Tuesday? Too often I just let them fritter away without much thought. Left to join Monday and, soon, Wednesday as well.
Too often we look and see the time has changed and then have no idea at all what became of what we now know has become lost. That time is lost you see and with it perhaps so are we.
Like most I have lived and I have loved. I have even been loved in return though often I don’t really think that I deserved it. Still, it happened and it went by before I could even see that it had gone. A sight to see that is not brought forth to the eyes is just a sight never seen and nothing more.
So am I happy now? You ask about happy to a man who knows more than that. It has ebbed and it has flowed, has this life, and so with it went I. If I had recorded it on some medium I am not sure that I would want to watch it in review. Perhaps the highlights but even then it might only extract sadness out and away from what were called happy times.
So if that is true then happiness will eventually just wind up clothed in sadness and perhaps even sorrow. If that is the path then once the moment is gone it has changed and likely never for the better. Once it leaves it is no longer really ours anymore. Whether it ever really is, or was, I will leave up to you and those far wiser than me.
Perhaps the best moments of most lives have occurred when we were so very much wrapped within that moment and somehow not allowed to exit until it was done. So immersed as we were then in the moment if it took a particular hue then so too did we with it. Happy, somber, sad, ecstatic, joyful, painful, poignant, wonderful but then, when gone, leaving an impression but never again being that moment and never again bringing the same stakes to the table.
So live in the moment once it has found you. Construct a meaningful and worthwhile life from a long string of such moments. Be aware and be happy when it pleases but don’t let it get by you without taking hold as best you can.
You will blink and it will be no more. Time and age will see to that.
I look and you ponder. You smirk, smile at which time then I wander, Not slowing, not caring or hoping even to wonder At what happened, at what became of this, of us. Before there was a then there was a now, Only that then now came before what would now be then; And all that mattered mattered because it was true then, But could then no longer be true again now. Not now. Not then. You smile- to which I wonder what and when But never where or how. Those were then And this, and what and when, Are all that is left now. All that is now left is not then left forever. And certainly not left for today or tomorrow. Yes we did and yes we didn’t. It was all wrapped up in the moment of then. It was then unwrapped and too soon became now. And we both now know that now is not then. Not today, not tomorrow; just yesterday and before. No now for us; no, never again.