It is funny how some days just do not turn out so well. Some days you just remember all the bad things - however old, however small or insignificant. Nothing hurts quite the same way as an old wound never truly healed does. A story half-forgotten, a friend lost in the haphazardness of life - perhaps that of a certain date when something went wrong. A year might turn just to remind you of it all once again. Sometimes the break of day is cruel.
How does one escape from such memories?
Apparently time helps. And in its own way I guess it does. Things grow out of distance, out of memory range. New memories are made - a lot of good ones, too.
Yesterday is gone by. There is nothing you can do about that. Today is but a fleeting presence.
Tomorrow, on the other hand.
Tomorrow grants you a promise - the promise of hope, of possible greatness. Tomorrow may be a good day. It may change your life for the better. It may see you embark on your most important journey yet.
I choose to believe that things will always get better. That I can mold tomorrow into everything I want. Take advantage of and cherish those tiny sparks of happiness wherever I may find them.
I hope you have happiness in your life tomorrow.
|Sunny behind the clouds|