The Onrushing Inevitability of Tomorrow

It seems to me that as one year follows another and the decades begin to accumulate that it the inevitability of tomorrow that seems to weary me the most. I know, I know, I can hear you thinking out there that I should just be grateful that my supply of tomorrows has not yet run out, and to be honest, I mostly am. But, the difficulty, my difficulty with tomorrows is that they cannot be put off or delayed in any way.

The fact, now that I’ve finally surrendered to the certainty that it is a fact, is that bad days, the ones you want to go by fast don’t, and the good ones, when there are good ones, you know the ones I mean, the ones that just feel good, emotionally, physically, or on those rare occasions when all the planets align themselves, both, disappear with an unmatched rapidity that no amount of prayer, begging, or complaining can delay one nanosecond.

I will then ride the tide of time as it drives me inexorably into tomorrow which, I'm sure, will crash upon the beach of my consciousness long before I've created any new thoughts worthy of blogging herein.