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Today, Tomorrow's Yesterday.

*Today, Tomorrow's Yesterday*

People mostly talk of those nights, hardly do I ever hear them talk about those days. Days like this, days after long hours of working yourself out and have to be contented sleeping without really talking to the people you keep in touch  with on a daily.

Days like yesterday, where you had to leave them on unread just because you promised that the first blue tick was the last one. People hardly talk these days, you get the type of days am talking about?

What is a day? How can 24 hours of the involuntary  earth rotation on its own axis make life so difficult? Ever thought of that? I bet it, but all were waiting for me to write about so that you all can call me a confused lines man.

Okay, call me whatever you like but lets talk of yesterday, today and the day after tomorrow. Yesterday is the past, so I wont dwell to much on it lest you accuse me of clinging to much to the past.
Yesterday dictates how today will be. Its only Yesterday that gives you the opportunity to be someone better tomorrow.

Imagine life without Yesterday, how boring and uneventful would it be? Yesterday you gave her your number hoping that she will text when you get home. Yesterday you realised that not everybody that smiles with you is for you, Thanks to Yesterday you knew that some of these beautiful smiles are fake.

Yeah, I know I put fake and beautiful in once sentence and please try not to disagree or else I will have to tell them what you did Yesterday.

And if you thought I forget quickly, today is that day. That day when I have to keep up with all that I want to be tomorrow, So today I will write, not because I want but because tomorrow promises me of being a better writer. You don't agree with me? See what I wrote Yesterday and compare with that that I will write tomorrow.

Why cry today if you could tomorrow? Why fall in love Yesterday yet we got today? Why say lets meet tomorrow God willing yet we have now? Why curse your yesterday yet you can improve today?

So many questions today, got me confused about tomorrow, why didn't I ask myself all these yesterday? You have been at this point too.
Where time makes no sense, and the only day that seems to matter is your birthday. Before you give up, ask yourself if there was no Yesterday, would your birthday still be tomorrow?

We tend to hold ourselves back, clinging  onto things that matter no more. Its high time we have to accept that some songs only last a day, yet some have the recency of tomorrow. Its up to you to chose which tune you want to dance along to. But always keep in mind this question
"Now that today will be yesterday tomorrow, what will tomorrow bring?"

©Doluh

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