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Today.
I looked around me and recount:
Woke to familiar light, scents and alarm tone.
Can picture what my surroundings look alike.
Have mom and dad around, know their day’s plan and my own.
Been bugged by work due dates, stress, contingencies,
but finally these would end.
Either I’d have evening out to unwind,
or I’m back in my room, busy myself with little nonnies,
and be at ease for things would soon go the similar cycle.

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Now.
You look around you and recount today.
Your first sight, smell, sound and touch;
your plans and preoccupations, or the lack of?
How about routines that once were surprises,
and plenty more new surprises yet to become, surely taking form?
Are you sad, because you are missing something you know so well,
or that something unknown?
Whatever it is, know it is worth taking that step.
And know, you must walk on, for ‒

The Best Is Yet To Be! ‒ Robert Browning

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This is a letter I wrote in August 2012, addressed to the present me.
Image type-setting courtesy of Quotable Cards.

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