Today

Someday Today Will Be a Long Time Ago

“We should enjoy today while it’s here…
Because someday today will be a long time ago!”
— Ziggy (Tom Wilson)

The older I get, the truer that line hits.

There’s something disarming about a Ziggy cartoon dropping a bit of timeless wisdom—like your uncle in sweatpants suddenly quoting Marcus Aurelius.

And yet… here we are.
Someday today will be a long time ago.

The Slow Fade of Moments

We don’t usually notice moments turning into memories.
They slip past quietly, unnoticed, until something—a song, a scent, a photo—jolts us back.

Suddenly we’re standing in our old kitchen.
Hearing the voice of someone we haven’t spoken to in years.
Remembering what it felt like to be there, before everything changed.

And it always makes me think:
Did I enjoy that day while it was here?

Time Moves Quietly

Seneca once said, “The whole future lies in uncertainty: live immediately.”[1]

We often act like we’re saving up our real life for later.
Later, when the schedule clears.
Later, when we’ve paid off the car.
Later, when the kids are grown.
Later, when we feel more like ourselves again.

But that “later” we’re waiting for?
It becomes a long time ago faster than we realize.

Memory Is the Real Keepsake

We obsess over capturing moments—Instagram, TikTok, DSLR cameras, time-lapse apps. But the memories that actually stick? They’re usually the ones we weren’t trying to capture at all.

Laughing in the kitchen after dinner
The sound of lawn sprinklers in summer
The weird jokes your dad told on road trips

You don’t need a perfect planner or fancy journal.
Just pay attention.

Choose to Be Here

Ziggy was right.
Today will be a long time ago someday.

So maybe instead of filling every hour with noise and screens and plans…
We take five minutes to sit still.
We call someone we miss.
We write down one thing we don’t want to forget.

Because the secret isn’t to slow down time.
It’s to notice it while it’s happening.

Final Thought

We don’t get to rewind. But we do get to record—internally.

We get to collect small, quiet joys and carry them forward like mental souvenirs.
And if we’re lucky, we’ll be able to say someday:

“I really did enjoy that day while it was here.”

Footnotes

[1] Seneca, Letters from a Stoic, Letter 1. A freely available English translation can be found at StoicLetters.com.