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Tomorrow, Where The Terror Lives..

12/8/2014

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Tomorrow. It's the phantom menace in which all of our fears are realized, and we are alone and unloved, destitute, sick and, fear of all fears, naked (!) in a foreign land. Oh, and by the way, the love of your life, your soul mate? She never really loved you, anyway. We put all of our anxious imaginings, our deepest fears, into "Tomorrow". What a shitty place that must be.

I suppose my favorite thing about this kind of "Tomorrow" is that it is perpetually in the future. It never arrives. What I assumed would be tomorrow ends up being today, which will soon be yesterday, and I'll be on to a new today, all the while completely panicked and the thought of what might happen "Tomorrow". 

You can see my predicament. 

Then again, "Tomorrow" also sounds like a bastion of hard work and accomplishment. How many novels, screenplays, symphonies, albums, workout programs, healthy diets, and business ventures find their moment of glorious manifestation in that otherwise horrific, blood-strewn hellscape known as "Tomorrow"? How much time is spent with neglected family members? How many promises are finally kept? How many relationships end there, finding their disillusionment there among the lava and sulfuric fumes?

As I sit and drink my coffee now, which was made in one of those yesterdays that once was a "Tomorrow", it occurs to me that "Tomorrow" is the enemy. The misty future is an enemy which we must meet on the field of battle. There is no choice. There is quarter. We will take the day, or the day will take us. But how?

It's simple. We do away with the fears that cloud our judgement. We toss aside our excuses and make today this day where it finally happens. We get in front of the day, so as to shift it where we would. The day will come anyway, like an out of control steam engine or a bull down the cattle shoot. The goal is to shape the experience. 

Yesterday matters not. Tomorrow is a jerk. 

Today. This hour. This minute. This second...is pretty lovely when you really think about it. 

- M. 
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Michael Joseph Amidei
10/20/2015 09:14:51 pm

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