Yesterday and the day before, the days after lots of days, killed by a time when the time was merely a second leaving the clock. Yesterday, when I was young, so do you, and we both shared the same magic coming from somewhere divine.
Yesterday and tomorrow will never mix, and tomorrow will never taste the wine we drunk yesterday. Tomorrow, honey, will never feel the cold of today and today will never tell the stories of yesterday to tomorrow.
Coz the time changes, so do we. Yesterday died and today will die, and we both will dir and tomorrow will never be ours. Your sweet face will pucker without you even notice it. My words will dry without wondering the things it won’t say anymore. The birds will always be in the nature, the rivers will ever die in the sea and the wind will always blow the clouds. But we will never be the same of yesterday. I won’t be the same of yesterday. You will never be the same of yesterday.
Today is the day, the only day in our lives and here is where you have to put your heart, your soul, your body, and your hands. Here is where you have to put your energy, your thoughts, and your words. Here is where you have to born and live and die. So, don’t be afraid, don’t be ashamed, and don’t be jealous…just be yourself.
Coz yesterday doesn’t remember anything about you and tomorrow wont to know who you are, and today is embracing you so hard that keeps you here. Just respect this day with the same strength that you want to be respected. Smile, even if the world doesn’t smile at you. You can’t predict if you will be loved, or if you will marry one day. You can’t predict if you going to have children or if you going to die old. A lot of things are beyond your control, but you are the one who has the wand of your own happiness.
A lot of people want to be somebody else, something that they weren’t born for. A lot of people want to be extraordinarily part of someone else’s trip and they are losing today with dreams that aren’t theirs. Their hide themselves in a huge trunk hoping that nobody will notice who they are. Pretending and pretending and pretending wasting their days, their time, their life…then they criticizes those who don’t care about other’s opinions and live their lives the way that makes them happy, without pretending, prejudices, conflicts and fears.
Isn’t easy to be ourselves, but it will be less complicated to live our life being ourselves than living some kind of screenplay that wasn’t written for us. Coz the day after today will be too late for you to live yesterday and you will not have the strength of yesterday, and you will not have the beauty of yesterday, and you will not have the heart of yesterday, and you will not have the friends of yesterday, and you will not have the dreams of yesterday…and you will have only the emptiness inside your body…and tomorrow will bury your fragile bones.
…so, take off your mask while you still have time, coz tomorrow can be too late and you don't need someone's face to be happy!
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