This is the question I've been asking. What are we left with at the end of one before another begins? It's not just a day, how can it be? It's our life, atleast a part of it. Sometimes it's hard to realize that with each day goes a part of your life and we just keep on storing memories, hoards of them. For tomorrow maybe?
It would be hard to know what we think about leaving today behind but in a sense it's important. Only because it leads to tomorrow. Some part of me is dying to find out but the other happy not knowing considering what it might bring with it. But I don't want to worry about something that's not happend yet. Tomorrow's not here...yet.
So what really are we left with today? It might be a depressing question to ask. Sometimes whether we realize it or not, want to admit it or not, it's tomorrow which makes us hope but it's today which makes us look for it.
Optimism or pessimism. Any way you look at it. It's not a black or white thing. You can't only be a optimistic person or just a pessismistic. More of one and less of the other but not one or the other. Pessi-buds. It's more of a disease which builds itself into your system and travels along your body wiping out the opti-buds, but like love, isin't it everywhere, it loves to travel.
Somehow it's always been spreading through my writing. If it hadn't, then this would be jolly and I would be terrified. Let me be grateful here. If you ever met me, you would probably never see this side of me. Now you should be grateful here. For the obvious reason and one more.
