Enjoy whatever you are going through. It’s not simple. It’s possible.
~author
Food for brain. Epictetus wrote:
“Now is the time to get serious about living your ideals. How long can you afford to put off who you really want to be? Your nobler self cannot wait any longer.
Put your principles into practice – now. Stop the excuses and the procrastination. This is your life! You aren’t a child anymore. The sooner you set yourself to your spiritual program, the happier you will be. The longer you wait, the more you’ll be vulnerable to mediocrity and feel filled with shame and regret, because you know you are capable of better.
From this instant on, vow to stop disappointing yourself. Separate yourself from the mob. Decide to be extraordinary and do what you need to do – now.”
Everyday I feel grateful to be living the life I’m given. I must confront this is my ‘third’ life because there were time when chances were — just mere ‘chances’ between life and death.
Everyday I live for the two. One for myself, one for the one who wanted to. She use to say, there’s no point in living a life with a heavy heart and expensive baggage. I will never forget ‘that’ for the rest of my life. And, I have not seen anybody as her who wanted to cheat awaiting death just to l.i.v.e to see another day. She passed away right infront of me. She’ll forever be the constant background music in my life.
Everyday I thank my room (apparently a dorm where I’m living) before I leave her — ready to get sucked into the matrix of regular grind — for taking care of me and my dear belongings; for a good night sleep; for letting me keep my privacy; for warmth; for protection; for being a silent companion;
for always inviting me without expectations,
without judgements, and
without weights.
Everyday I question, how can I make my ‘today’ better than it was yesterday. Although I end up spending most of my time in an infinitely looping ‘Groundhog Day’. I try nevertheless.
Everyday I die. Everyday I try to be the better version of what, who and where I was.
Namaste.
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