Then & Now
When I think about what was and what might have been,
I am sad.
When I think about what is and think about what will be,
I am depressed.
And so I dwell in the past
More so than in the future.
It’s just easier that way.
Better to be sad than depressed.
Sadness can be tossed off with a sigh or a shrug.
I can indulge in pleasant what-might-have-beens
And select the good from all the bad of that which was.
As time softens all those rocky patches,
It is far less stressful to the soul.
Depression holds hidden perils.
Today’s trials increase with exponential speed.
And tomorrow is fraught with unknown dangers,
Rocky shoals on which to founder,
Soggy bogs in which to sink.
So disheartening to dwell on.
‘Therefore take no thought for the morrow
For the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself.
Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof’. Mathew 6:34
First A note of cheer and comfort.
Until you read that final admonition.
First the saint, then the sinner.
Each must have their say.
So all in all,
The past is where I choose to be.
It is done. It is over. It is finished.
I have survived whatever threats were posed
Whatever challenges arose.
For good or ill, I am here.
So here I am, content for the present,
But fearful of what the morrow will bring.