You can talk all you want about what you’ll write Tomorrow, next week, and next year.
It matters very little.
Tomorrow and next week and next year are not yours to spend.
You can talk all you want about what you’ll build Tomorrow, next week, and next year.
You’d be an arrogant liar.
Tomorrow and next week and next year are not yours to plan.
You do not see your life as the vapor that it is — how your hours curl up and away from that hot, black coffee on the table, dissipating faster than they appeared.
If you intend to write something, write it.
If you intend to build something, build it.
Each time you file that blank page away — to finish it Tomorrow — Tomorrow reaches deep into your wallet and takes exactly what it wants.
Tomorrow is a master thief, patiently waiting for you to lay down the pen. To walk away from the page.
Today is not always sexy.
Today does not always feel comfortable.
Today has many demands, but …
Today is all you’ve been given. And you can build everything you want and need with it.
So what are you going to do today? (Let us know in the comments.)
- There is no tomorrow, there is only today. (breadsaltwine.com)