Gasping for air
To embrace life. And revel in change! To breathe in always a different air, from a different place, at a different time! To explore the unexplored and conquer the unconquerable! That would be living. To set your dreams on mahogany shelves but set your feet on emerald hills! To accept and love the unchangeable, even while it changes, and they change, and you change, and nothing can ever hold still, except for Time, who is still moving in place. But you love him, because he is change, although he does not change, and we are fools not to love him and hold him dear and treasure him and lavish him with the gold of our minds! For tomorrow may not come, and tomorrow will not come if we stop loving, and living, and breathing.---
And tomorrow, oh, tomorrow! I want to relapse into despair. Because tomorrow will be the mirror-image of today, and today was hopeless and empty and tiring. Today is past and gone and time ill-spent and dreams unfinished and goals unmet. Today is today, not tomorrow, but tomorrow will be today, and all of eternity will be always a never-ending today that is not new, nor fresh, nor inviting, nor exhilirating, but merely, forever, NOTHING.
