Time Passes by with every breath, and before we know it, we are facing our own death.
Living in the moment you see, I have found is the way to be truly happy.
Dreading the things that have yet to pass, causes a state of brittleness, like cracked glass.
Living in the past, can cause us to feel a sense of guilt, for we may not be where we hoped we would, a life not yet, fully built.
Do not allow sadness to form, from dreams not yet achieved, think of all the things throughout your life, you have received.
The present is a gift, it allows us to live in a state of peace, worrying not about the past or future, allow the fear to release.
Only when your mind is clear and present in the now, imagine it like this, You are the field, and your will is the plow.
dreams are never to late to be pursued if you truly believe, do not let others diminish your spirit with words that intend to deceive.
We all walk our own unique path, with trials we must face, and always remember, we are all different and we move at our own pace.
About the Creator
Kaylon Forsyth
I lost my wife back in 2019 and I started this as an outlet for my emotional expression in regards to the pain from the loss, it has helped me substantially since that time, and I have put great effort into all of my efforts since then.
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