Each day is a stage where drama is laid, where costumes and masks are on characters played. We’re actors in life, perhaps in disguise. Act rich, act poor, act contented, or act pained. React as if purposefully born, or as if long since died.
From yesterday, mistakes were to be discerned, then leave them there with that time, only to reflect upon, as memories are useful… when faults are not dwelled upon. And joys are to cherish each day pleasure comes, for each hardship endured is practice for you, for me to master.
Today has its purpose. Tomorrow is yet to come. Yesterday is finished; only to learn from.
© L. P. Penner, 2008