You,
“The Passing of
Time”
How is
it that animals, these wild things, go from day to day, not a single worry to
hinder them, not a thought for anything longer than an hour before their face?
How can they survive it? However it is that they survive you are envious of
them. They are free to roam this earth laying down wherever nightfall meets
them and picking up again in the morning like nomadic spirits.
You
also have this freedom. You reject it. You refuse it. You don’t trust it. But
you bound by the same freedoms enjoyed by the flying birds and roaming
gazelles. You too can live day by day without even one worry to keep you up
into the night. You too can walk in peace thinking only of the immediately
important. You too can lay down at nightfall and pickup in the mornings.

Look
at you now! None of your worrying makes a difference. Nothing has changed
simply by your need to fret over it. Time still keeps to its pace and rhythm.
You squeeze years’ worth of worries into 24 hours. You are never at rest. You
are never at peace. You are never happy. But if you let tomorrows worries be
tomorrows worries, if you could live one day at a time, you would find yourself
calm in the midst of a raging world.