Yesterday will only drag you down, like psychological quicksand.
Tomorrow is for pussies who are too afraid to exist in the moment so they wish upon a star for a better future.
But today is a blank canvas waiting for your actions to create a glorious image upon it. So in this scenario your actions are the paint, the fluid, if you will, so splatter your fluid all over that canvas…
Okay, so that fell apart quick. Let’s regroup, shall we?
We become suicidal when the past gets too heavy for us to bear and we can’t imagine shouldering the load into the future. So don’t think of tomorrow as tomorrow, think of it as just another today.
Because today rocks.
Today is all any of us really have.
So live for today.
See you in the lobby, kids…
I have to say, today is a great reason. Can always exit tomorrow. What’s the hurry. Soak up today. Good Job, Hook.
It just came to me as I was walking into work at 5:30 this morning, John.
Ah the muse is active in his Hookness.
From memory of the long gone notebook I wrote it in when my friend JT saved me from homelessness in 1992:
Maybe simple and small
Are the things
That make today a good day
But the fact remains:
That today is a good day anyway.
That’s beautiful, Doug.
Thanks for the enlightenment.
Boy, you have it nailed. Really. It’s so simple and so hard at the same time. Just look at today. Period. Come to my preschool class and I’ll show you today, because that’s all children know. And they’re happy. They make me happy, too. They make me live for today. Thank you, Hook.
And thank you, Jennie.
You’re welcome, Hook!
Sometimes life bogs us down and the best thing we can do is stay in the present moment and make it the best possible. So that means, letting go of the past and not worrying about the future. I know it sounds so easy, but in reality it’s hard. I know. I struggle with worrying about the future all the time, but I’m working on it. 🙂
The effort is what matters, Lisa.
Good for you.
Awww…thanks, Hook! I didn’t look at it that way. 🙂
I’m a day late BUT – this is perfect. Today I went to a living history presentation/performance of Frida Kahlo. She lived. She suffered. She felt. She LIVED. She enjoyed life, and embraced it – despite all the things that could have made her choose otherwise.
She was a gift to humanity.
There’s a little kid’s song people used to sing first thing every morning either at home or in school.
“Good morning to you
Good morning to you
We’re all in our places with sun shiny faces
And this is the way we start a new day”
A happy beginning routine
“…think of it as just another today.” Well said, Hook.
And well shared, thank you.
You’re so right! Today, and in fact, this moment is all we ever have.
I hit the mark occasionally, thanks.
Too true. I’ve been getting a lot of “messages” about things like this lately, and it’s really made me take pause and focus on now and think about what I want my life to look like.