They tell me to leave the past behind,
for guilt is a chain that drags a man beneath himself.
They tell me to look ahead,
toward happiness waiting somewhere in the future.
But I wonderโ
Why should I carry guilt for a past
I cannot touch,
cannot change,
cannot even visit except in memory?
And why should I chase a happiness
I have never met?
The past is gone.
The future has not arrived.
And when the future finally comes,
it will no longer be the future.
It will be today.
And perhaps, standing in that today,
I will once again look beyond it,
calling another tomorrow my salvation.
So then where does a man live?
Not in yesterday,
for it is already written.
Not in tomorrow,
for it is only imagined.
A man lives in this strange moment between themโ
a moment so small we often forget to notice it.
We mourn what cannot return,
we desire what has not arrived,
and all the while, life sits quietly beside us, waiting to be lived.