Ordinary day

Today, an ordinary day, as the same kind with yesterday, the day before yesterday, and the days before yesterday.

Waking up in the morning, and the goals are still there waiting to be attained, together with the hope in my heart, the fear in my mind, and the procrastination in my action.

Time flies, but I know I can outrun her.

But when I hold her in my hand, emptiness perpetuates the whole of me.

How could this be?

OK, stop all the bulls**t.

I don’t need to listen to my fear.

I don’t need to wait for my feeling to get in tune for me to do what I know I need to do.

I am not yet ready, but I will take action anyway.

I am uncomfortable, but I will get used to it.

I am afraid of the future, but I will reclaim my life by living in the present moment.

Here I am, still having no idea on how to conquer myself, but I will start with being aware of how I use my mind and how I spend my time.  

Today is still an ordinary day.

But this is me living a more extraordinary me.