I've got a strange feeling of anticipation. it's not like longing for something or yearning, it feels more like looking forward to doing something. i don't even know what exactly. i'm just thirsty for action.
i noticed that lately i've been captured by my own bad habit - putting off everything until tomorrow. 'Tomorrow', the word we're dropping now and then without even thinking about what can actually happen that mysterious day. we leave for tomorrow everything - unfinished reports at work, unwashed linen at home. we always lack time for sleeping and eating normally. we close our heart to love, thinking happiness itself will find us.
but what if tomorrow never comes? what will remain of our lives? nothing. nothing beside several pathetic memories. just everything that starts with un-/ in-/ im-. Unfinished. Inadequate. Imperfect. is it what we wanna hear about our lives?
we should remember that everything can be changed dramatically even in one second. so, carpe diem, as once said Horace. and he was completely right.
As to me and my anticipation, i won't wait. i'll act. not from tomorrow. from now on.


...you'll ask what if tomorrow comes? try to live that day even better than the previous one. i know you can.