06/12/2025
The greatest waste beneath the sun
is a fine coat left hanging till its beauty is undone,
a feast kept waiting till it spoils in the dark,
a treasure locked away until its promise departs.
You hoard a wardrobe of “one day,”
and “one day” quietly turns to “if only” and fades away.
To truly possess is never to keep;
it is to devour the sweetness,
to dance until the shoes split at the seam,
to let the candle burn bold and brief.
That dish you save for tomorrow’s glow
may become the costliest silence you’ll ever know.
That jacket you spare for a worthier hour
might have been the bravest version of you in full flower.
All your careful saving, penny by penny,
buys not riches, but a life grown thin and uncanny.
There is no calendar page marked “perfect.”
The miracle is this ordinary day, alive and unchecked.
So put it on.
Taste it now.
Light the incense, pour the w**e, let the music spill.
Every dawn you open your eyes
is the rarest festival
and your heart deserves to dress for it.
