The Clock Has Moved

The clock has moved, the room is silent but your mind is in the same noisy place where noon became midnight and all of your regrets clung to you with magnetic intrusiveness. In the space where last week is now this week and yesterday is now today, you labor to undo today’s problems, focused on yesterday. It’s where what might work but hasn’t yet been tried, faces what will work but won’t be tried because yesterday’s misery has taken precedence over the hopes of today. Daily solutions are suspended in frustration, filled with new possibilities while regret turns heads back to the space where counterclockwise movement has highjacked sensibility. It’s the place where sadness lingers in search of perpetual replay. In a place of impossible reconciliation, constantly regurgitated obsessions conjure hypothetical resolutions to problems already solved by time. The clock has moved and there you are, behind the imaginary hands of self-imposed stagnation. In a desperate attempt to live in a space where life can never be lived again; a place where “if” dominates “what now”? But “if” is a selfish fantasy, rooted in retrospect and retrospect is dead; a marker, a tombstone inscribed with lessons learned revealing your map to today. Now is all there is. If you miss now, you can never come back to it but you still have now. As long as there’s now, there’s hope.

Don’t waste your time swinging at a pitch that was thrown yesterday!

“Brethren, I do not count myself to have apprehended; but one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead, I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.”