Tomorrow always comes. Always. It’s what keeps us going when today sucks.
And then, without notice, tomorrow doesn’t come.
Or it does, but it’s different than what we expected.
Maybe someone we love is no longer with us. Maybe we are different. We might have more or less than we have now, be bigger and stronger or weaker and more fragile. Perhaps we wake up tomorrow in another place, with a new view outside our window and new faces to greet us outside our door.
And maybe that place isn’t any better or any worse than where we were today–just different.
And suddenly we realize that today wasn’t all bad. There were comforts we didn’t appreciate, maybe didn’t even notice, until the season for them had passed. And now we run the risk of wasting this new today pining over what we didn’t know we had yesterday.
When the sun comes out tomorrow, I think we might miss the long talks and hard cries that only happen in the dark.
Tomorrow always comes. Always.
When it does, let us have squeezed all we could from today.
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