Tomorrow I look forward to what I looked forward to yesterday.
I look forward to the smell of morning coffee, a piece of cake, a conversation, a hug, a kiss... Why? Because one day I won't be able to drink that coffee, there won't be anyone to make the cake, I might not have someone to talk to, a hug won't be a priority, and I'll have to wait for a kiss.
I will not forget those past joys because I know that one day it will become missing ones. Then the moment I remember them, evoking memories, they hug me...as if those were there.
Those past joys instill in me the security of parental care and allow me to return to my childhood imagination, when everything was possible. We were forbidden a lot growing up, so my imagination quickly ran away. They locked it when I started to step towards the world of adults and gave that key to fear.
Now I'm dreaming but with a timid smile, I'm afraid of letting go. As if I'm not allowed or I'm so crazy to believe in those dreams. And then I wonder if my dreams are unattainable or if these people who live within the limits of their minds are not lucid enough? Those who have locked the door to imagination, do not let dreams into the yard, thinking that they will live forever, forgetting that the only limit we have here is the limited time of life, on earth. Limits are set by the mind, while life offers many joys, the only question is whether we notice them.
They are called micro-moments of happiness.
So remember the joy you had, believe in the one that is coming and enjoy the one that is here to embrace you now.
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