If Tomorrow decided it needed a break?
Perhaps to rest, to go on some Carribean cruise, or to forever go into hiding?
Then, I guess, simply put, there would be no Tomorrow.
For whatever reason, for whatever purpose, Tomorrow just isn’t happening.
With that, I guess with this one last day I’d try to make things right or do the things I would’ve wanted to do?
Similar, perhaps, to what you would do.
I’d say all my sorries to everyone I’ve never meant to hurt.
I’d say a good good-bye. A good good-bye that not being the teary-eyed, melodramatic, slow motion farewell. It’s the kind of good-bye that leaves that person light-hearted and serene. With the confidence that good-byes aren’t always words of Finality. you’ because I’ve learned how one letter could bring so much emotion, so much depth, meaning, and genuineness to three words so often said.
I’d dance in the rain.
I’d sing my lungs out in the shower.
I’d eat all the snickers, maltesers, double dutch ice cream, yogurt and oreos, drink all the strawberry milkshake, mocha java, and strawberry iced tea to my heart’s content? Without worrying about the tummyache the next day!
I’d listen on and on to The Offspring and Babyface, Usher, and The Eagles and sing to The Corrs, David Gates and The Bread.
I’d watch Sweet November, A Very Long Engagement, and all the schmaltzy movies in one spin!
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With a few minutes remaining?
I’d ride a bike with Manuel and Joco to nowhere and feel the wind and the motion and uncertainty of it all. And embrace whatever’s to come unconditionally.
And then I could say I lived life with love and happiness and no regrets.
But?
Tomorrow WILL come.
And I live life still in search and in constant pursuit of that contentment, love, and happiness, and that point of no regrets.
Each day, a chance to find and feel love.
Each day, a chance to make mistakes and learn.
Each day, a chance to become that someone you’ve always wanted to become.
Each day, a chance to be thankful to God and to people you love.
Each day, a new day. A new start.
