I wonder what tomorrow holds. Or does it hold anything at all? So often today is the day for over indulging, shirking responsibilities and just getting by while tomorrow is filled with potential to abandon all the bad habits, to get the reading done, to start or finish that project. The problem with tomorrow is that it is always a day away. But still I plan and scheme and imagine what wonders tomorrow will bring while I let today waste away. Tomorrow can be anything or nothing. It will probably be no different than today, but still tomorrow has a potential, a magic of things unrealized.
Tomorrow is filled with adventure. Tomorrow I will go to the zoo; I will howl with the wolves and come face to face with a gorilla when it escapes its pen. It won’t hurt me, it will place its palm against mine and we will look into each other’s eyes and understand each other.
Tomorrow I will meet a man in a coffee shop. He will be an archaeologist and will tell me about how he spent his summer on an island in the Mediterranean where he uncovered ancient civilizations and had profound conversations with other scholars as they drank whiskey and watched the sun set: gold, violet, and rose.
Tomorrow I will discover a charming little restaurant. It will serve Coquilles St. Jacques and Key lime pie made from scratch. In the evenings couples will dance to torch songs sung by an Edith Piaf impersonator.
Tomorrow I will lay down in the grass and fall asleep with the sun shining on my face. I will wake up with dozens of butterflies resting on my arms and legs, and when I move I will watch them take flight and my soul will take flight with them.
I cannot know for sure what tomorrow holds. Tomorrow could be breath taking. It could be a day of profound understanding, or the lynchpin on which my life turns and heads in an entirely new direction. Tomorrow could be the first day of the rest of my life or my last day on earth. Tomorrow could be anything or just another today, filled with perfunctory responsibilities and meaningless busy work.