If I Only Knew Tomorrow


If I only knew tomorrow, I would write it in a big piece of paper, color it’s boarder with fortress surroundings smelling like a lavender. It would be full of sacred words and dedicated to Mrs Butterfly. It would describe the lessons of yesterday and telltales of today and images of tomorrow on a thin piece of paper stuck in the library of lessons. But I don’t know tomorrow. I just envision it to be the food in my refrigerator, biscuits in my cantina, paper flowers in my corridor of wonders, the big pendulant on the street corner dance, a glass of water on my bedside table inside the prepaid package yet to be delivered.

©️ Angela Aguiar

Tomorrow Is Never Ours


Woke up this morning, the day was gray, somber, gloomy to realize that tomorrow is not ours. It is a corridor of unknown, an endless line of what will be but don’t yet know. A storybook of descriptions, a passageway of life to embrace and savor.

Life and its storylines and headaches. One minute we are here, another there, joyful and dejected and the next, we find ourselves traipsing down the drain like drops of water. Yes, one blink and it is gone in a jiffy.

Tomorrow is never ours to begin with so why not value, admire and make the best of it? Instead, we spend every little hour, minute and second, ounce embracing the road less traveled, trying to climb stairs of nowhere, focusing not on the dish on our front porch but the one next door. Yeah, that dance can sometimes be atrocious.

Life is not complicated, as it appears, we make it complicated and when it is all over we are left mulling over on what could have; exactly, could have.

We spend so much time bickering, fighting over trivial paraphernalia, not valuing life or cuddling the present that we can’t even see straight.

Have we ever sat to ponder about what it all mean to us? Life there is. What is it to you? Perhaps, if we would give it much thought, examine our consciousness, decipher its essence, we would be able to embrace it with the love, humility, appreciation and credence that it so deserves.

Tomorrow is never ours but it can be nauseatingly brighter, if we try, if we give it a chance!