Tomorrow is a funny thing in itself. Nobody can feign the future. Not even me. And It is safe to say today was horrible; I was practically disowned by my closest friend and the most amazing person I have ever met. Furthermore, It is incredible how I had not seen it coming, not even the day before. I must be oblivious or stupid. Human. Or maybe…the face of tomorrow is simply forbidden, ever changing and forever unknown to mankind.
Luckily enough, I have a pen and ink and we, as people are nothing if not artists by nature. Whether you’re a freestyle skier, dancer, bartender or even a writer like myself we all must paint and have been provided countless tools to do so.
I guess tomorrow is as impulsive and unpredictable as a woman and is therefore a she. Though she is beautiful with crimson blue eyes that could only be compared with that of the ocean, a lady of the water who swims in our future and many of us seek her gaze. In most cases it will never come. But it seems in her existence she remains loving, gorgeous and feeds the sumptuous glimmers of hope to all mankind. In contrast, she will inevitably hurt us all.
Nevertheless, she is not responsible for the reality we have made for ourselves, it is our own doing and by no means can I associate her with the negative connotation of her name. I have found that tomorrow has a particular way with me as well and you will find you will always have to love her, much like our so often infuriating family.
Today, I feel like shooting the messenger but tomorrow with her malicious smile is as disarming as she is wounding. In her carefree nature she is reluctant to our pain but at the touch of her presence, I have found myself seduced and persuaded to the most candid of prose.
A wise mentor of mine once told me you can never hate tomorrow despite the hardships that may come and no matter how hard things may get, there is always something to look forward to. You see, Saturday always comes, thank you.