Oh, I’ll just do it tomorrow
Rolls off our tongues
So easily,
Carelessly,
Thoughtlessly
Day in and day out
We give in to mediocrity
Procrastination
Delaying the work we know must
Be done
In order to gratify
Our own
Comfort
In the moment.
Because, of course,
We can always do it
tomorrow.
Or can we?
The crazy part is
We don’t’ really know
Yet we live life as if we do
As if we have tomorrow’s tomorrow
And the tomorrow after that
To live out that dream that’s
Bubbling up inside of us
To forgive that loved one
Who wronged us
To try that “thing” that
Looks like fun to us
To take the family on that
Desired trip…
Go to that place…
that we’ve been longing to see
To just be still
and love on those we hold dear
To make that call
Check up on that friend
Write that book
This is the list that never ends
We say that we know that
Tomorrow’s not promised
Yet…
We live as if it is
As if delaying our dreams
Will extend our lives
Until that magical time
When we are ready to do
All the things
We know we should be doing
Right now
We move about
Almost blindly
As if in a daze
Making the same excuses
Going through the same cycle
Cry, whine, complain,
Become complacent, vow to do better,
Dream new dreams, create vision boards
Declare the same New Year’s Resolutions.
Wash. Rinse. Spin.
Repeat.
But every now and then
God sends us a painful reminder
Of just how brief this life is
That person gone too soon
Unexpectedly
Heartbreakingly
Omg, he was my age!
She was in her prime!
They were too young to die!
They had so much to live for!
Why are we always so surprised?
We are all born to die.
But the difference is always
How we choose to live out that life.
Will we embrace the life
We have right now
Avoid our future regrets
Go after our dreams,
Conquer our fears
Love, forgive, try, and then try again
Experience, let go of
Embrace, enjoy
Just do
Before…
Or will we fall into our same
Pattern
Our same
routine
Our regularly scheduled program
Because we want to believe
We’ve convinced ourselves
We’ll eventually get it done
Because there will always be
Tomorrow?
Michelle D. Robinson
January 28, 2020