Seek the greatness of the present,
Do not search for past glories;
They have dried up on the vine,
Whispers of a tale,
That no longer speaks with time.
Do not seek the greatness of tomorrow;
It is a fruit yet to be borne.
If you chase the shadows of tomorrow,
You will lose the morning light.
Seek the greatness of your present,
Where breath and heart are in harmony,
A temporary, sacred moment—
This is the only living time.
For in the now, seeds are sown,
In this heartbeat, truth reveals itself.
Let the past and future fade away,
Seek your greatness in the present.
MyKoul
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