Doubt will keep our minds captive and
fearful of the memories that make up our
past,
fearful of the seconds that make up the
present,
fearful of the hours that make up tomorrow,
and of all the days that make up the future-
a little momentum etched into the walls
can remind us that each day is the right day
to strike-
we will never find the ‘perfect’ day, yet
every day is the perfect day to
breathe that first breath,
make that first move,
take that first step,
or to see again for the first time-
in the end, something
usually beats nothing*