And so, it is first thing in the morning.
You open the door to look outside and there it is, the world.
You look out to see what The Lord has created or maybe this is a case of the Gods or the Heavens and so, regardless of the artist or who the credits belong to, you look outside to see what the world has made for us to see.
Every day is a new day.
Or so I am told
But yes, this is a new day.
We know this.
We know that today is another day “above the dirt.” This is just another day in paradise. Or maybe this is another day in Purgatory or maybe at minimum; today is just another day.
Either way, and whatever you want to call this; today is another day that puts me one step closer to my fate or my destiny. Or better yet, today is just another moment that puts me closer to wherever it is I am supposed to be.
Therefore, and going forward, I recognize the fact that today belongs to fate and destiny.
Besides, yesterday is gone, right?
You and I do not live there anymore, . . .
Right?
At least, not physically anyway—right?
Today belongs to the items of fate and destiny and yesterday belongs to our past and our memories.
I understand however, that what I do now and how I choose to move ahead are the ingredients which lays the foundation and the structure of what my future might look like.
So . . .
I build and I add and I do the math to keep myself from the subtracting me from a self-centered mindset.
I have to alter the math and myself as a number to prevent my thinking from becoming a mindset that cheats or deceives me.
I need to realize my truth and recognize what my dishonesties are capable of.
I need to realize what happens when we cut corners a\or look for the scams. I know.
I used to lie, cheat, and steal because of my worries that feared I’ll never win if I play the game straight.
The ideas and the subjects of me being “enough” are problems and dilemmas from the mind.
I know this all too well.
I used to look for the corners and the angles and the scams because, of course, I wanted to find the so-called “easier, softer way.”
But in the end, my side hustles backfired and my insecure beliefs caused me to be someone who I despise and worse, this is how I lost the greatest losses and earned the toughest lessons of my life.
The sky was gray this morning. I did not mind the rainstorms because I have memories of rainy days that will serve me well if Hell looks to take my soul.
I don’t mind the hushing appeal of the cloudy skies or the tired-like feelings that encourage me to stay in bed.
I don’t mind the work I have to do or the schedule ahead of me. For all I know, this could be fate and destiny building up the surprise and next, my dream could be on the horizon now.
Who knows . . .
“Any minute now, my ship is coming in,” sings Colin Hay.
But for now, and just for now, I think I’ll take it slow and for now, I think I’ll just “let the dogwood blossom,” because I have to agree with Fionn Regan.
He was right . . .
There’ll be Hell to pay
. . . in Heaven.
By the way. . . .
letting the dogwood blossom means to see a rebirth or a resurrection.
And I’m not gonna lie
I could use a good rebirth right about now
Couldn’t you?
