a day

a night, a morning, a day, an hour, a moment, a blink such is the passing of time. All our routines, all the unexpected, click click click. it goes by leaving a life behind. memories. ahead are plans and dreams. But I have this moment. the now. To breath in and out. to acknowledge where I am now.

the finger on my right hand, next to smallest aches. It hurts to type. my right hip hurts. Arthritis. it will go away a bit. and come back later. It is just a part of me in the now and the future. Its still dark outside. I get up at the same time but the light changes as does the world around me. I go to work, I come home, I eat, sleep, and get up again. routine.

The world awakes soon, that is why I like early hours, I have time for me, to think to put myself together to get ready for the rest of the day. or so I hope.

my coffee is ready.

And what will today bring? the same as yesterday probably. I get a day older. what changes? I’ve taken a step more on the path of life, the sands of time. and the waves wash at my feet, soon to wipe away evidence of my passing.

But this moment I have.

to spend drinking my coffee, or listening to the news, or reading a book, or writing this.

what matters? and to who?

good question. I guess it only really matters to me. It is my life.

do I want to make plans for tomorrow or the year after? reflect on yesterday?

waste another moment.

maybe there is value in just experience the moment of now. Even if it is that my back hurts, so I straighten it. my fingers hurt so I rub them. I breath in, a sigh. and feel my body. heavy and tired already this morning.

so the day starts.

another moment passes.