In front of me, a boundless abyss.
Behind me, an immeasurable chasm.
I stand between two infinities—
what has been, and what is to be.
What has happened, and what is to come.
An infinite darkness,
the depths of the past pulling me into regret,
the worries of the future dragging me into anxiety.
What is regret? What is anxiety?
Only attempts to change the unchangeable,
attempts to predict the unpredictable.
The past matters, but I cannot change it.
The future matters, but I cannot predict it.
So what can I truly do?
I can stand in the present—
to control myself,
to live as nature intended,
serving and uplifting others.
To enjoy the moment.
To cherish the experiences granted by providence.
So narrow is the present compared to eternity.
So insignificant my current state compared to all time.
A speck of sand pushed by the waves.
A glimmer of starlight against a painted sky.
Yet it is truly all that matters—
not because of anything else,
but because it is within our control.
I have control
over the now,
over why I act,
and how I act.
Nothing can take that from me.
What is the power of a tiny moment
compared to eternal time?
Everything.