Its funny how the story of later becomes the thought of now.
Who you are is as important as what you worth. And
sometimes, in the abscence of thoughts we find silence
the best companion to deal with time...
At birth what we are told about is the future, and the past is
narrated as history as a bunch of memories that once lived as moments.
to live with the remembrance of never seeing tomorrow.
That we are born to deal with the life we never asked. To live in the life which by fate was chosen.
Each day as time gets old we are reminded by the clock that there is a debt we owe,
one we would surely pay but never know when.
Should it be sudden, how much would it cost? would life be the worth?
the story before yesterday was that today would be the morrow, but how come we never get to see what tomorrow is like.
Would the moon appear before the sun or darkness before light?
would stars rain and pour the clouds from the sky?
For if it were to be a dream, would tomorrow be as beautiful as the rainbow...
#Sigh#
The future, as far as it feels the closer it seems to appear as the story of later the thought of now.
Pictured with a framed mind, secretly imagined in dreams, is the key that opens the door for tomorrow,
the happiness of finally seeing the future is the tomorrow we bear in mind, the joy that rings a bell to
never loose our dreams.
to know our worth by who we are.
to have in our hands the worth of our debt...........
May GOD be with you. Nice!
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