Today is one of those days
Where the mind slackens
The breathing slows
The heart calms.
It is one of those days
When an awakening dawns
Shedding light on a darkened patch
Leaving behind a learning so rich
Life’s bigger moments
When smaller skirmishes
Are embraced like a noose
Time, the best healer
Always has the last laugh
Become yesterday’s sillies
Life is not about hoarding bad memories
It’s about collecting souvenirs
Strewn along the path
Are gleaming gems and decaying filth
All yours for the picking
In your later years
What would you like to send yourself?
A telegram reeking of anger and sorrow, or
A postcard of fragrant memories and sunshine smiles?