This small piece is basically how i think about tomorrow. Tomorrow is an illusion according to my recent experiences. First time writing.

1. CAN SOMEONE PROMISE ME A TOMORROW?
I have alwaysbeenapersonwhobelievedintomorrow’s.Ialways thoughtlike everyotherhuman tosave
upfor tomorrow,believedtoday’seffortsare forabetter tomorrow.Butdowe know ifwe would actually
wake up to see the nextsunrise?Wouldwe getup from sleeptosee the fellow onesto whomwe saida
bye the previous night? And even if we would get up, are we sure of seeing the Sun and the moon the
same way it wasthe previousday?Are we sure of seeingeveryface thatwe saw the previousday?Does
this life of ours have a guarantee?
We see a 100 faces moving across us every day on the streets. Do we know what happens to them
tomorrow?Are theystill alive?Dotheystill have the same job they had yesterday?Dothey still have all
their loved once around them even now? Are they still happy?
My belief towardsabettertomorrowor evena tomorrow has changedin the recent past.I wasa victim
of someone else’schase inmakingtheirdaybetteror makingtheirtomorrowbetter.Iwasahappycollege
student who had all that he neededto make him happy. I woke up this day like every other day. Did all
my chores and rushed for college like every other day. The sun was up, people were busy in their own
life’sandeverythingaroundme was very much normal.Saw the usual faces,the usual thingsand I took
off myday.But mydaydidnot endthe usual way.I didnotreachwhere I wassupposed toreach.I didnot
reach college,Ididnotreach in time formy examsbutI woke up twoand half days lateron some bedof
some hospital. You could guess what happened to me, I met with an accident. I survived it because of
someone else’sprayers.Someone thoughtof beingkindtome and not letme die on the road. Someone
thoughtof takingthe risk to gettingme somewhere safe. Eventhenthe dyingme was rejectedat2 door
steps, one cause of me being a victim of an accident and one cause the man who should be saving me
from deathisbusywithhis ownlife.He wasbusy inthe makingof histomorrow at the cost of my today.
My tomorrow wasn’t better, the tomorrow’s of all those people who cared for me dint turn out to be
goodfor daysthat followed. Irecoveredfromthe ailments,Iamfitlike before buthow willmytomorrow
be?
Life isn’ta fairy tale neitheraneasygame.Everyone knowsall of that.Don’t run your presentjustfor an
unexpectedtomorrowthatyouhavenoideaabout.Live everybitof yourlife tothe fullestpossible.When
I say enjoylife,thatdoesn’tmeantoscrew upyourlife bydoingthe unwantedorthe unnecessary.Itjust
means to do things that is required to be done at that point of time in the happiest way possible.You
needmoneyto buy you 3 mealsa day,make that moneyand create it by walking throughthe path that
makesyouhappy,the paththathasthingsthatinterestsyou. Moneyisn’teverythinginlife,Idon’tbelieve
money can do miracles, but for now we must believe that our life runs on the brass in our pockets and
not with the blood in our veins.
Tomorrow is just an Illusion created by our minds every time we wake up from a yesterday to
today!