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Since It's Tomorrow

(This post is one of thinking too deeply, too deep into the night).

Since it's tomorrow already
and I have this bad habit of posting when it's tomorrow, and not today,
I'll get in the habit of writing a post on what some people call yesterday
but I'm calling it tomorrow
but it's not tomorrow, not really (says the clock)... it's the same day as the last one,
the last post, I mean.
Does that make sense?

Well if it doesn't,
then maybe you are one of those that thinks about how the people in China are ahead
and how if you went to visit them, you'd lose your Saturday altogether, just trying to catch up.
You'd relive your Friday twice,
if you come home on a Friday.
But if you stay there, stay in China,
that's a day you'll never have,
a calendar mark you'll never cross,
a break in your habit of daily journals,
a number forgot.

Maybe you're one of those,
one of those that lands on a planet
and leaves someone in the space saucer to age twenty years
while you spend a few minutes in an ocean
and all of the sudden you're separated by a generation
when before you were separated by only months
and the things you found in common yesterday
separate you today in a division of decades.

Since it's tomorrow already,
don't fidget with wondering what tomorrow brings,
because you're already there.
So just live, because if you're all made up of yesterdays that you spend wondering about tomorrows
then you'll never know what it's like to live
today.



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