i used to live life way ahead.
and, these words collide on how i picture it to be:
wrinkled and saggy,
even prickly.
old and grey.
framed to vanish,
anyway.
it's pretty dark, mate.
perhaps this as well reasons out why i'm so in the moment, why i'm so not into rushing. probably why i'm stuck midway—all the way. today, tomorrow, everyday. my love for being in the now stretches way beyond its demarcated limits. my zest for surpassing what i am and what i've been shouts for more. my ardor in spotlighting things that really matter flames up with these words coming through me, given by you and all the things we've been meaning to do.
i live in the now.
and in this spectacular now, i guess i'm sure of something:
there's nothing wrong in living in the moment, in being stuck to a place you never want to leave, in melting yourself in the atmosphere of what-you-know-could-happen; as long as you know that there'd eventually be tomorrow to perpetuate your appreciation of what's currently happening and, basically, to continue the force that needs to be reckoned with, you could actually make every second of your moment count.
when all is said and done, it's not always about looking forward to what you could actually achieve, or what impressive feats you'd surely going to reach, sometimes, it is all in the now.
starting now..
proving you can now..
i know i can now..
you're more than appreciated now..
i love you better now..
no matter what those nows are, we need not to just look what's ahead. perhaps, it's time to relish on the nature of what we now have, like how these words come through me or how did i lead myself into this or how have i put myself into thinking she's no less than missed?
then, should you make it right, it would just ripple into the later life we all deemed foreboding—eventually into the best kind of something.
i'm finally living.