lets plan to forget
While running through the humdrum of life, we always thrive to live on some lively and ugly memories. It seems to provide a ideal foil for all of us inhale a fresh breath of air. Imagine a world that is devoid of these "total recall" days. If we are to only live in and for the present, how different would it seem.
The day would begin reading the newspaper with a cup of coffee on the porch, each bit of news seemingly exciting, novel and thought provoking. Driving to work on the same dreary roads; albeit on a path not taken. The first meeting with your boss, which would be pleasant as never before as the grudges of the past would have dissolved (not absolved) in the conundrum of the present.
The clock ticking towards the end of the day; as the meetings with colleagues and clients, frantic calls to sustain competitor ploys and the thought of making it home continue to torment you. The warmth of your home and family; begins to bring forth a sense of beckoning that turns into a pleasant hour of mental and physical discharges with your beloved as the guardians of darkness shut the gate behind you softly yet surely.
There would no looking back, the scenes of gaiety and anguish of the previous day would no more remain. We would start with anticipation and joy, no pessimism would exist and the shreds of ills towards fellow humans would be abolished forever. No more rewinding or fast forwarding, the only button to keep fiddling with would be the one named "play".
The day would begin reading the newspaper with a cup of coffee on the porch, each bit of news seemingly exciting, novel and thought provoking. Driving to work on the same dreary roads; albeit on a path not taken. The first meeting with your boss, which would be pleasant as never before as the grudges of the past would have dissolved (not absolved) in the conundrum of the present.
The clock ticking towards the end of the day; as the meetings with colleagues and clients, frantic calls to sustain competitor ploys and the thought of making it home continue to torment you. The warmth of your home and family; begins to bring forth a sense of beckoning that turns into a pleasant hour of mental and physical discharges with your beloved as the guardians of darkness shut the gate behind you softly yet surely.
There would no looking back, the scenes of gaiety and anguish of the previous day would no more remain. We would start with anticipation and joy, no pessimism would exist and the shreds of ills towards fellow humans would be abolished forever. No more rewinding or fast forwarding, the only button to keep fiddling with would be the one named "play".
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