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.
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