MY MOMENTS

MY MOMENTS

24 hours a day and still waiting for the next sunshine. Days passed, still in search of the day. The day when everything will fall into places. The day when you wake up and miracle starts with the first step of it. The day when you put a full stop to the search of that one perfect day. The day when you smile throughout and all your tears find the exit door. The day when happiness knocks the door and hugs you so tight that not even the slightest of sorrow pass through. That’s my tomorrow.

I have only three days to live. My past, my present and my future. I shouldn’t care much about my past since it’s gone. All I can do is learn and move on. My present is a work in progress and soon will change its category to past. It slips through my hands and all I can do is carry forward my lessons to the future. People say there is a reason behind naming of “present”, because it’s a gift. How? Gift of what? Gift of thoughts about the future? Gift of memories about the past? Gift of reasons, lessons, believes, hopes, disparities and vacant spaces. Spaces which were occupied in the past. Spaces which were never meant to be filled at the first place and if filled, were not supposed to be empty for the rest of the life. Is it a gift? When you are in a transition phase of your life, trying to have a balance between past and future, can you name it as a “gift”?

Let’s say present is a gift. Don’t worry about the future because you haven’t seen it and forget about the past because it’s gone. So, I should enjoy my present. But when this present becomes future, we will be left with worries since we didn’t think about the future when we had the chance. Or else we can assume that everything is well documented and written in some sacred book and we are just playing our parts. In that case none of this makes any sense. It’s like a robot programmed for lifetime. Are we robots? Coming back to my argument. To secure my future, I toil hard in my present, so it can’t be a gift. The gift will be “future”. That will be my gift to myself.

But when my present goes to past and future comes to present, again the same cycle. I will plan my future, learn from my past and try to balance the day between sunrise and sunset, thinking about the stars and the comfort in the womb of future. I will wait for tomorrow to unwrap my gift and when it comes I will be busy wrapping another gift for the next morning. When will I open my gift? Where is my gift? Who stole it? I want my gift. I want that innocent smile back on my face, those pairs of glittering eyes full of excitement, that palpating heart full of love and my soul full of hope.


Stop. You don’t have any gift. You don’t have a tomorrow. All you have is the moment. This moment. Right now. Right here. This is your gift. Open it. When we break our life into infinite moments, we have so much to live for, so much to love and so much to smile for. And even if something doesn’t fall into place, it’s just a matter of moments. Such a beauty of moment. Sorrow is divided and happiness gets multiplied manifold. Now, my three days of life got transferred to infinitesimal moments, all carrying the flavors of past, present and future. I can learn, live and hope. My life is the screenshot I capture. There is no past, present or future. All I have is the moment. I have captured the nuances of life in this.

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