Yesterday will only drag you down, like psychological quicksand.
Tomorrow is for pussies who are too afraid to exist in the moment so they wish upon a star for a better future.
But today is a blank canvas waiting for your actions to create a glorious image upon it. So in this scenario your actions are the paint, the fluid, if you will, so splatter your fluid all over that canvas…
Okay, so that fell apart quick. Let’s regroup, shall we?
We become suicidal when the past gets too heavy for us to bear and we can’t imagine shouldering the load into the future. So don’t think of tomorrow as tomorrow, think of it as just another today.
Because today rocks.
Today is all any of us really have.
So live for today.
See you in the lobby, kids…