Tomorrow has no stench, but it does carry weight.
Unduly anxiety can vex the strongest man who assumes the hypothetical.
Assumes and presumes to be one step ahead of a dubious future…
We call it being proactive and planning.
But we’re really just spamming.
Muddling our mind with negative expectations and fearful scenarios.
Refusing the live in the moment, being preoccupied with the…
I won’t call it the future.
It’s the possibility of the potential of the infinite unknown.
But with the ever passing gift of the present…
Why do we wear tomorrow’s burden today?