Today Nothing Important Happens
And that’s fine. That’s really fine.
It’s almost as fine as being allowed to breathe the same air
every single day. It’s almost as fine as being able
to smile at the smallest things as they come, at the
strangest things as they appear, at things that don’t matter
to the future, but matter now.
Today nothing important happens: and I’m fine, since
Today the world hasn’t ended, and I’m still breathing, and
I can still reach up to the sky and watch as clouds drip
apart from my fingers and the city is still loud but closing my
eyes it all falls away and it’s only in the swaying winds
that I can see that Today nothing important happens, but I’m still alive.
Today nothing important happens, so I’ll mark this day
in my calendar and say that I’m not one step closer
to achieving my dreams (If I had any) nor am I one step
closer to being a “better” person (whatever that means)
nor have I become someone special (not that I want to.)
Today nothing important happens, so I’ll smile
and I’ll take a while to listen, to myself, for once,
and I know that the world hasn’t ended, so things
are going to be fine, and if things aren’t fine, then
I’ll just wait another day.