Broken Mornings
Every Day is a fresh start, a fresh beginning.
We have all heard this quote before and tried acting on it as well, but this is practically impossible to achieve unless you are suffering from amnesia.
Every day is fresh for sure but still a continuation of your yesterday. Don't you think so?
You get up in the morning and start off by picking things you left incomplete the previous day.
The song in your playlist plays from the middle. You reply to your friend apologizing for having slept in the middle of a conversation.
Now, what if every morning was to actually be a fresh beginning ?? What would you do, if you were informed that your yesterdays are going to be frozen in time and made not accessible once the clock struck 12 ??
So you had a great day, you fall asleep reminiscing about it and you wake up to find it behind a glass cage, totally inaccessible to you.
How would you like it??
Well my post ends there, with a question to you. Some may like the thought of it and some not.
I woke up today and realized that my day is fresh but it still has broken strings of yesterday about which I cannot do anything.
It did not make me happy for sure, I was a bit sad but very helpless.
Helplessness. A weird feeling. Makes you realize that you can just play your part & not really don the hat of a director in your life.
Choosing to write it away into the void and be done with it.
Happy Sunday you all :)
We have all heard this quote before and tried acting on it as well, but this is practically impossible to achieve unless you are suffering from amnesia.
Every day is fresh for sure but still a continuation of your yesterday. Don't you think so?
You get up in the morning and start off by picking things you left incomplete the previous day.
The song in your playlist plays from the middle. You reply to your friend apologizing for having slept in the middle of a conversation.
Now, what if every morning was to actually be a fresh beginning ?? What would you do, if you were informed that your yesterdays are going to be frozen in time and made not accessible once the clock struck 12 ??
So you had a great day, you fall asleep reminiscing about it and you wake up to find it behind a glass cage, totally inaccessible to you.
How would you like it??
Well my post ends there, with a question to you. Some may like the thought of it and some not.
I woke up today and realized that my day is fresh but it still has broken strings of yesterday about which I cannot do anything.
It did not make me happy for sure, I was a bit sad but very helpless.
Helplessness. A weird feeling. Makes you realize that you can just play your part & not really don the hat of a director in your life.
Choosing to write it away into the void and be done with it.
Happy Sunday you all :)
Write because it is permanent, write because some day your grandchildren may read this and get inspired!
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