—Jean-Paul Sartre
What is there to do, here, other than being and becoming. We hope, with the passing of time, the time-release capsule of the years, to better understand our role and what we must do. To develop, grow, mature, become who we are. Naturally lazy, short-sighted, and forgetful, we postpone the hard work of being and becoming, promising ourselves we will take it up, in earnest, in the near future. Assuming that there is one...
There's Still Time
The good that we did not do, the love unspent,
the people we meant to become and did not, yet,
—these are the things that weigh us down
as we realize, all that remains to be done
There's still time, but not much.
A soft steady voice whispers this sage advice:
To avoid the panic of last-minute
preparations, practice readiness.
Imagine every day as your last
a day is a lifetime and a lifetime a day,
in what we can do or what we can say
The lesson will be repeated until it is learned
The lesson will be repeated...
There's still time, but not much.
© Yahia Lababidi
This is my entry for Day 7 of 