Today, today I am not a memory; nor are you.
We are flesh and bone today, for yet a while longer!
Smile with a great passion, and devote yourself to this moment, while it lasts.
Though this life is dissipation all around, we must refine it into gold.
The tattered fragments of ennui that make up each day,
Are ours, to distill into a sweet elixir of living.
Life is a headlong tumble into despair,
Were it not for our will to joy!
Will it!
While we still breathe, there is still hope.
Time, is an enervating solution, which decays the objects of our affection;
Yet, this moment also carries the potential for reinvigoration.
The building blocks of a joyful tomorrow are all around us;
Get to work and build!
Because tomorrow,
You, or I, may no longer be;
Or, we may both be gone altogether.
Then, only memories.
Eventually…
Forgotten completely.
Prayerful Life 