All we dream about is a tomorrow,
But I wonder how at times,
we neglect the fortunate today,
the sunshine we have here this moment,
why we consider this golden light so ordinary?
as we don't realize,
how miraculous is this day,
this sunrise, this shine peeking through,
from opening of your eyes,
till the snooze to rest,
from breakfast to dinner,
since dawn till dusk,
from beginning to end,
since your first cry to the last time others teared for you,
from you to me,
from they to us,
everything is so infinitely extraordinarily,
as if all of it wants you to believe in the presence of One,
One who is the Might of this universe.
All we dream about is a tomorrow and I pity how we neglect today.
We are so busy in the hustle bustle of the core to run the city that we often forget the city that resides within us. In the cling of a clock we run around to spend the money we earn for the so called experience we don't need.
I wonder at times the run we are running, is it for the life or the death?
Everything we do for is a question on our face because with the loss of a breath we loose everything we ran for in this world.
Ask yourself, what are you running for?
Is it worth it?
Are you even on the right path,
the path your heart knows you were born for?
But I wonder how at times,
we neglect the fortunate today,
the sunshine we have here this moment,
why we consider this golden light so ordinary?
as we don't realize,
how miraculous is this day,
this sunrise, this shine peeking through,
from opening of your eyes,
till the snooze to rest,
from breakfast to dinner,
since dawn till dusk,
from beginning to end,
since your first cry to the last time others teared for you,
from you to me,
from they to us,
everything is so infinitely extraordinarily,
as if all of it wants you to believe in the presence of One,
One who is the Might of this universe.
All we dream about is a tomorrow and I pity how we neglect today.
We are so busy in the hustle bustle of the core to run the city that we often forget the city that resides within us. In the cling of a clock we run around to spend the money we earn for the so called experience we don't need.
I wonder at times the run we are running, is it for the life or the death?
Everything we do for is a question on our face because with the loss of a breath we loose everything we ran for in this world.
Ask yourself, what are you running for?
Is it worth it?
Are you even on the right path,
the path your heart knows you were born for?
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