There was yesterday, there is now, and maybe tomorrow will appear. Like, we sort of assume it’ll be here. And for a lot of people it will be here, but someday, for you, for me, it won’t arrive. At some point, it’ll be game over.
Like, I’ve made it to 42, and in May I’ll turn 43. I sort of assume I’ll make it there, just like I assume I’ll make it to the Philly 10K in August, too.
But really, a lot can happen between now and then, and then is really tomorrow. Over and over again is “then,” until we run out.
While I like to pretend that I live for today, and push to have no regrets, wow, I’m lazy. There’s so much I could be doing, but I don’t. You know, just putting it off until tomorrow.
But really, now is it. Yesterday doesn’t exist anymore, tomorrow ain’t a promise, so he we are. This isn’t some morbid threat, just, hey… now is it.