image by bart pogoda
look to this day
for it is life
the very life of life.
in its brief course lie
all the realities and truths of existence:
the bliss of growth,
the splendor of action,
the glory of power.
for yesterday is but a dream
and tomorrow is only a vision,
but today, well lived,
makes every yesterday a dream of happiness
and every tomorrow a vision of hope.
look well, therefore, to this day.
[ancient sanskrit poem]as i was cleaning out my closet yesterday [long overdue spring purging], i came across an old crumpled paper in my book bag from graduate school. scribbled in blue ink was this poem. i have absolutely no recollection of writing it down, but, the words are powerful. and i am sure they struck me four years ago the way they do today.
this day. this twenty-four hours of time is ours. i seem to take each minute for granted and most of the time feel as though these days are wasted on my self-pity and negative outlook. and how sad! these are ours to use - to fill - to love - to enjoy. may you, therefore, look well to this day.