Tomorrow is not a static

No one can go back to the past, but everyone can move forward.

Tomorrow, when the sun rises, you just have to say this to yourself: I want to treat today as the first day of my life.

I will be surprised to see my family, I am very happy to see that they are by my side, silently sharing what people talk about less, that is, love.

I will meet someone who asks me for money. I may give him money, or I may go over it and think that he will only use the money for drinking. If I do, I will hear his insult, but I know that this is just the way he communicates with me.

I will meet someone who wants to destroy the bridge. I may try to stop him, and I may realize that he did this because no one on the other side is waiting for him. This is the way he tries to get rid of his loneliness.

I will look at everything and everyone like the first time, especially the little things that I have become accustomed to, completely forgetting the magic around them. For example, the sand in the desert is moved by an energy that I can't understand because I can't see the wind.

I won't remember what I can't forget on my laptop, but I will write a poem on it. Even if I have never written it before, even if I will never write it again, at least I will know that I used to have the courage to turn my heart into words.

When I arrived at a very familiar small village, I would enter the village from a different road. I will always smile, seeing me like this, the villagers may say to each other: "He must be crazy, because war and destruction have made the soil barren."

But I will keep smiling because I know that the villagers feel that I am crazy and make me happy. My smile indicates that I am saying: "You can destroy my body, but it can't destroy my soul."

Tonight, before I leave, I will spend time sorting out the whole bunch of things I have never had the patience to sort out. I will find that there is a little history in this pile of things. All the letters, notes, newspapers and receipts will present their lives, and there are strange stories telling me about the past and the future. All the different things in the world, all the roads that have passed, and all the entrances and exits of my life.

I will wear a shirt I often wear, and I will notice how it was made for the first time. I would imagine the hands of woven cotton yarns, imagining the rivers that are irrigated with cotton. I will understand that all these things that are invisible at this time are all part of the history of my shirt.

Even things that I'm used to, such as slippers, have become an extension of my feet after a long period of use, and these things will be included in the mystery of discovery. Because I am moving forward in the future, I will get help with the scratch marks left on my slippers when I stumble.

I hope that the ones I touched by my hands, the ones I saw in my eyes, and the ones I tasted in my mouth are different and the same. In this way, all these things will no longer be static, but will explain to me why they have been with me for so long, and they will reveal to me the miracle of passion that has been worn away by daily life. .