Forever Is Now

Forever is made of little moments of our lives that grow into hours, days, months, and years….

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Forever – is composed of Nows –

‘Tis not a different time –

The fairy tale ended with "….then they lived happily forever";

When does Forever start? I asked.

When does it start, and when does it end?

And what happens in between?

No fairy tale gave me the answer.

And I roamed the streets, running from moment to moment to look for that magical Forever;

And like a mirage, it kept shifting beyond my reach.

Like a shadow, it kept on haunting me, like a gloomy apparition, always a little out of my senses,

The more I wanted to touch it, the more it receded away from my hold;

I could feel its presence but could not grasp it in my arms.

Forever eluded me forever.

Then Emily¹ said, "Forever…… is composed of Nows."

And I sat up and noticed.

All along, I was inhabiting the Forever Zone, ever ignorant;

Only did not realize;

Forever is made of little moments of our lives that grow into hours, days, months, and years….

Now I have stopped looking for Forever;

I now hold on to my Nows, those little moments of joys, of sorrows, of love, and life;

Till they change into hours, days, and then beyond.

Now Forever has stopped eluding me, embracing me forever.

1. Emily Dickinson: Forever – is composed of Nows

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