Today: Part 1- Today's Tomorrow

Today's Tomorrow

Today's tomorrow, will be tomorrow's today.

Today is a Monday. I hate Mondays, and I'm sure about 99.999% of America's population is in agreement with me. Monday's start the working week, or the school week if your a student like myself, and you have to get up early.

"I hate Mondays. I'm sure about 99.999% of America's population
is in agreement with me."

Oh, you think you have it bad? Yesterday me and my mother spent thirty minutes running around our town (she's slower than me so she told me to run ahead) and now when I walk my head spins a little and when I take a deep breath I can sense the memory of the heavy breathing tickling down my air way with pollen polluting my system and the lukewarm air piercing my lungs as if it was ice cold air in the morning, when really it was late in the afternoon. To add onto that I have a test that I didn't study for, homework due that I didn't think to finish, and an assignment with a group of people who would like to see me squirm. Did I mention I'm constantly managing to embarrass myself with the stuffy sneezes that send snot flying everywhere? What about that headache I had to miss ten minutes of class for to get some aspirin or Tylenol because the nurse was eating lunch ?

I just wish that today would end already.

This is a horrible way to live life. With thoughts of Just keep my head down, don't make eye contact with strangers so I can carry on my Merry way. And drifting through the day only to reach tomorrow.

I'm a teenager. When I was one to about seven everything was so sharp and real and in my face. Everyday was a new adventure, and no one could stop me from having a good time. Sure, I was a brat and when I didn't get my way through a fit. (this I regret) but listen to me when I say this: when I was five the thoughts I can't wait for tomorrow simply for today to be gone... never crossed my mind. When I reached seven-and-a-half-ish I think that was when I began to realize this idea that adults had. Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. constantly waiting for the belated tomorrow.

I was eleven when I renewed my faith in Christ. Only until about last year, though, was when I began to notice how absurd this mind set is that we've gotten into is.

Imagine how stupid I felt when I stumbled upon this rogue, not-of-my-own thought. Today's tomorrow, is tomorrows today.

I keep thinking that and, maybe you had to read it a few times to get it, if you just are skimming through this, bored as I may do sometimes, you probably haven't put forth enough thought to really grasp this.

I keep calling on tomorrow as I lay my head on my pillow, after a long days 'work' (whatever it is you call school). Worn out, tired, and eagerly awaiting the joy of tomorrow. The next day, I wake up and, of course, it's just like any other day. I start my day off waiting for tomorrow. wait, wait, wait wasn't I just wishing for tomorrow, yesterday?
If you keep chasing tomorrow, hate to break it to you, you're never going to be satisfied. Tomorrow is never going to fulfill to you what you want. Why? Because when you reach 'tomorrow' it's going to be today. Sorry, but tomorrow isn't going to make it any better unless you decided it's going to be a good day.

Question/food for though: How can/have you make this a day in which you're not chasing tommorow? (share in comments)