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Tomorrow

I don't think much of tomorrow. Well not as much as I should. People say u never know what tomorrow has in store for you. But what about the people in third world counties. Do they believe that food and freedom will just pop up tomorrow. That god will just let loose his tight grip he has on them. And all will be well. don't get me wrong. I don't know what tomorrow may have in store of all of us, but I do know it really never differs from yesterday. Not much changes nowadays. one can say ur life is all in ur hands. But if u believe in a higher power that not possible. Hear me out, god has this big plan for all of us, and i believe in him just like the next guy, but what makes a difference between me and the average joe, is he is too blind to ask questions, too blind to see, and realize that no answer is just as bad as i dont know, which is also, in turn as good as NO. what people seen to be doing is getting being optimistic mixed up with being real. Yes one can be optimistic but there is a point where we must realize that your not being real with yourself. There have been many times in my life where being optimistic has been taking the easy way, but i knew it would make things harder when the world shows it's ugly face and lets me know that the easy way out only would get me but so far. So i take the hard and better way into everything i do. My dad had gotten sick a few years back, and the word of the year was optimistic. Everyone in my family were saying he was going to get better in no time, which in due time he did. But if u ask me, i think that optimistic feeling they were giving off was a fake, to hide how everyone really felt. Which was, he wasnt going to make it another year, let alone another month. i guess what im trying to say is that, words, feelings, higher powers, are just here to make us feel safe. Like were not alone in this big world. I wonder if this god went on vacation, would half the world even realize it. I dont think i would. We are some busy people. I mean, how many time someone has left the room, and an hour later we are calling their names, thinking their still there. now what if that same person is someone you could never see to begin with. Most of us wouldnt even know he/she has ever shown up.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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