Will today be repeated, relived, endlessly as in Nietzsche’s eternal reoccurrence?
Or will today be a last, a final day, bursting with meaning as if facing death (or not) at dawn, as in Dostoyevsky’s story?
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Either way, today one’s present self is the most able accomplice for the wellbeing of one’s future self.
“Whatchya gonna do today?”
Time is of the essence. A few practices seem rarely wasteful, whether one has lots or little time: meditation, physical fitness, when in doubt tidying up.
With this precious gift – these fleeting grains of time we are given generously and with no certainty – how can we reciprocate?
No doubt we can spread our time too thin, there’s only so many…
Or we can squander time, “casting pearls to swine” (or attension to IT)
May we cultivate
Gardens, discernment, and peace
Balance and gratitude, to apply our times treasures and talents
Forestablishingaliveablefuturity