Amor fati

I live for these days when I can live the present,  
These days in which I truly live.  
I forget the pain and the past.  
I deny the future, as if it were ephemeral.  
Now, I might be fully wrong,  
But I might, also, be half right:  
   
These days time no longer is time.  
But memory is always memory.  
Mind shall always be mind.  
These days my thoughts linger for a while,  
Like a bird in the spring,    
Like a bee looking for a flower without haste,  
These days pain is no longer pain,  
For it no longer hurts me.  
These days I've washed the blue off my soul,  
It leaves an endless sea, deep and wild,  
Strange in its immensity,    
So vast it made me lose thought of the world,  
And of men,  
These days I am reborn,  
I even think I've found wisdom.  
In a tree, in a rock,  
In the most useless item a man could find,  
In the inevitability of fate,  
There, inside, lies also hope,  
And hope is perfect without time.  
And hope is perfect with faith.  
And together they breed love.  
It is not strange, nor it is duty,  
These days,  
To wish for the well being of my neighbor:  
How could I not?  
These days of green and brown,  
Of purple haze alone in peace,  
Of cheerful cheer, beer, and friends,  
Of accepting it all as it is,  
These days are days to be thankful,  
And to be inspired.  
I still remember, like I said,  
I am still able to look back,  
But no longer is loneliness haunting me,
No longer is being alone something bad,  
For I am never alone in the presence of my spirit,    
Bringing forth shrewdness to my mind,
At the waking moment of my eyes,  
Upon hearing, and listening,  
The beating of my heart.