Tomorrow. There is no such thing as tomorrow. It is always today. Tomorrow is always coming. Today is the thing we have in our hand, and yesterday is that which we have cast away. Tomorrow is what we are reaching out to grasp. And when we have it in our hand, it is today. Tomorrow is hope; tomorrow is vision. We live for it, and it never comes. In the wink of an eye, we have relinquished today, and what is it we have in its place—tomorrow? No. Today. We drop something in the long path we have traversed; we pick it up eagerly, only to find that it is still what it was yesterday. Today. Tomorrow is just as far off as it was yesterday. It is today for us to live.
