I once stored all my joy in a fancy āTomorrow Box,ā
Locked it tight, kept the key in my mismatched socks.
āIāll open it later,ā I said with a confident grinā
But later got lazy and simply didnāt check in.
So I waited for a āperfect dayā to begin.
But perfect days are sneaky⦠they rarely walk in.
They tiptoe around while weāre busy making tea,
And whisper, āHey! I was here⦠but you didnāt see.ā
I postponed laughter like it was some tax to file,
Saved my best smile for an imaginary aisle.
My coffee cooled, my plans grew oldā
Meanwhile the present was waving, āHello? Be bold!ā
The future kept bragging, āIāll fix everything soon.ā
The past kept humming its nostalgic tune.
But the present?
The present stood there wearing disco shoesā
Dancing, wiggling, doing its best to amuse.
And I almost missed itā¦
Because I was scrolling, worrying, predicting, rewindingā
Basically everything except aligning.
So now I meet the moment like a long-lost friend,
Not waiting for the stars to perfectly blend.
I laugh now, I love now, I breathe nowā
Turns out the present is the only guaranteed vow.
For yesterday is a teacher, tomorrow is a guest,
But today?
Today is the one who throws a party in your chest.
And if you blink too long or hesitate to attendā
The party ends early, without even a āsend.ā
So dance with this moment, donāt save it for later,
Give your now a hugābecome its narrator.
Because life becomes beautiful, peaceful, and pleasant
When you finally understandā¦
The real magic happens only in the present.
š¼ Live Now, Before āLaterā Gets Lost š¼

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