How do you know you are not going to be here tomorrow?
Most of my loneliness depends on the fact that I do not give anything for granted. Every other person on this planet – or at least around me – believes that tomorrow we can change, so everything is to be continued in a day that never comes. We all have procrastination issues. Tomorrow’s gonna be better, and catchphrases like this.
But why don’t we face the truth and say out loud: tomorrow I might be striked dead or drowned, so let’s cut the crap before it’s too late. It is hard, it is painful to stare at the possibility of death right in the eyes.