The present

This is it.

Yesterday, you were still striving to achieve, with many. There are still many dreams that you think have yet to come to fruition.

And as you really look around and see that as you were sketching, planning, creases have taken hold of your brows and nature painted some grays here and there beckoning you to the years spent.

This is it.

This is all there was. This. Right here. This second. This breath. You let it slip through your fingers. You can’t take anything back. The little joys, the beautiful sunsets, the unexpected trips, great smiles and sweet hugs. You thought too much, expected a lot, for what?


When will you take it in? It’s not even your time anymore. Your youth is spent. Your back is bowed, your knees weakened and your steps falter. An awakening come too late. 

This. Is. It.

Look around you.

Take it all in. Every breath. Every whisper. Every pain and all the beauty in happenings.


That’s the present.

It’s the now.

Published by Life: Between the lines

A thinker. I analyze everything. I live in my head, sometimes it is my protective mechanism and most times, I just like it. My mind has not failed me yet... My life's mantra: "Treat others as you would like to be treated". Blessed be! Fave quotes:“I'm not concerned with your liking or disliking me. All I ask is that you respect me as a human being.” Jackie Robinson

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