My Tomorrows

One day I forgot my name for a second… and in this second, I had many chaotic feelings summing up to this one thing… I felt that I wasn’t living anymore… Suddenly I discovered that I don’t know what I will be doing tomorrow… or why in the first place I have to wake up in the morning to see another day… and to live it… this feeling is harder on me than forgetting my name… it isn’t a second any more… it is a complete day… a lifetime… Although I am conscious and I am fully aware of myself while writing these lines, I really don’t know how I will be passing the next day… I usually have something for tomorrow… but today I feel I have no tomorrow to wait for… My Tomorrows were killed by my Yesterdays.

"Tomorrow is nothing, today is too late; the good lived yesterday", Marcus Aurelius

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“Le Coquillage”

I was always wondering about the mystery of the old shell… Always acting as the peaceful cover… embracing the words and secrets of others… of the sea visitors… constantly welcoming and encouraging them to tell it what they might never tell others… It was the un-talkative listener… Inside which there were many unsaid words… waiting for the time… the time it will be opened to reveal its own secrets… I tried many times to put it on my ear to hear anything, but it kept protecting the secrets and the only thing I heard was the sound of the sea… though I always respected it and its silence… Even when it is suffering, its tears become pearls. When I was asked, I didn’t know the answer, I just knew it was… “Le Coquillage*”.

*Coquillage (French): Sea-shell

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The Horse

It’s been running for a long time… for days, months and maybe years. It ran on sand… on rocks and on water… Riders changed during the trips… destinations… and landscapes too… Sometimes, it left its traces on the surface it ran on, and some other times, you might not notice it even passed by… Sometimes, it jumped to pass over obstacles… Some other times, it fell… but always it got up and resumed its trips, no matter what they cost… Till the time came, and it finally felt… tired… tired in the middle of one of the longest trips it ever walked… it felt tired before reaching its destination… this is because it kept running without taking enough time to break… and to take its breath… or to think about the final target… Will it reach where it was mainly heading? Is this the target it should have run for all this time? The Horse suddenly felt lost in the middle of the vast desert.

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The Moon

I used to enjoy its tender light at night… and I loved staring at it for long times… wishing I can be there… Some time later, I heard that its light was just a reflection of the Sun’s light… but deep inside it is… obscure… and cold… I won’t say I was shocked… by all means I was never really going to be there… or even get nearer… but knowing this broke a part of myself… the dreaming and hoping one… I lost one of my dreams… or actually I found out it was a fake one… at first I thought it was hard to fulfill, but now I knew it was non-sense… Sometimes we leave ourselves to dreams thinking we can make them true… but in reality, we are running away from our nightmares… The Moon is far because we should only watch it… so… we should not seek reaching it… we belong to earth!

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The Clue

"A while ago I decided to do the right things regardless of how I feel about them because by time I realize that they were right… right decisions always lead to right consequences", these wise words of a friend of mine crossed my mind while thinking… thinking about my situation and my next steps… I’ve already taken my decision, and I’ve been suffering from this for a while now… and… I chose the “right” thing… What differentiates right and wrong at a time is the input we have at this time… meaning that after a while, we might discover that the “right” we thought it was is not the right “right”… and we may also discover that the “wrong” was the real “right”, but we had no clear vision about it… I think that all these are relative because the right “right” should be known… it is absolute! But we always prefer to wait for The Clue... Life is too complex, and we only learn from our mistakes.

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