Too often as an adult life seems like a never-ending line. We pretend like the New Year brings a clean slate, but too quickly we fall into our well established habits forsaking all resolutions and goals. What we are left with is a seemingly endless line of tomorrows that are much like the yesterdays behind us. The seasons, holidays and special occasions pass by, but these things rarely stop everything in their tracks and are usually gone before we can really enjoy them.
A part of me likes the comfort I find in knowing what tomorrow will bring. My alarm will go off, I will drag myself from bed and off to work. There might be a slight variation on the time, but each day is too much the same. I try to find something unique that will make the day stand out, but after a while most days fall back into the sea and are swallowed by the others. Too many of those that remain standing like islands on the horizon are shrouded by dark clouds.
Why is it that sad days hold firm, while the good ones disappear? It seems too easy to mark the days I would rather forget, than enjoy the happy moments of the ordinary. Maybe in time I can adjust my thoughts and let the sun outshine the clouds.
Tomorrow will be a little bit easier and I will become a stronger me everyday.