Tomorrow

Tomorrow is another day that has passed. Like the days that passed before. I can't do anything about those lost days, they are memories, some good, some not so.

I don't fear tomorrow anymore. I don't dread it. I welcome it, because what I want, and dream, and hope for, is a few or many tomorrows away, and I don't want to waste another moment, like I've wasted some before.

So tomorrow, I will do the tasks that must be done. Tomorrow, I will attend to the matters that need attending. Tomorrow, I will enjoy the moments between the tasks and the matters.

Tomorrow, there is work to be done, and when it is passed, I can say, I'm glad that's behind me, and boy, tomorrow is going to be a better day.