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Jhaymkay🖤 Nigeria
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The weight of tomorrow.
<p><br/></p><p><img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/0c1a9d2d31b53d8837b46b52ea2f2428.webp.jpg"/></p><p>I think one of the greatest acts of faith is setting an alarm before going to bed.</p><p><br/></p><p>Every single night, we tell ourselves, "I'll wake up tomorrow."</p><p><br/></p><p>We plan tomorrow's meetings.</p><p><br/></p><p>We think about tomorrow's errands.</p><p><br/></p><p>We postpone difficult conversations until tomorrow.</p><p><br/></p><p>We promise to love better tomorrow.</p><p><br/></p><p>We believe, without ever saying it aloud, that tomorrow belongs to us.</p><p><br/></p><p>But it doesn't.</p><p><br/></p><p>Life has never promised us another sunrise.</p><p><br/></p><p>It is only a mist—appearing for a little while, then vanishing before we even realize it was here.</p><p><br/></p><p>This year has taught me that in ways I wish it never had.</p><p><br/></p><p>April was the hardest month of the year for me.</p><p><br/></p><p>Two losses.</p><p><br/></p><p>The first one shattered something deep inside me.</p><p><br/></p><p>The second felt like life kicking me while I was already on the ground.</p><p><br/></p><p>For weeks, I found myself asking questions that had no answers.</p><p><br/></p><p>Why didn't I call more?</p><p><br/></p><p>Why didn't I pray harder?</p><p><br/></p><p>Why didn't I spend more time talking to her?</p><p><br/></p><p>Why didn't I take more pictures?</p><p><br/></p><p>I kept searching for something I could have done differently.</p><p><br/></p><p>But I didn't know.</p><p><br/></p><p>None of us ever do.</p><p><br/></p><p>That's the uncertainty of life.</p><p><br/></p><p>We never know which conversation will become the last.</p><p><br/></p><p>Which laugh will be the final one.</p><p><br/></p><p>Which hug we'll spend years wishing had lasted a little longer.</p><p><br/></p><p>Last week, someone else died.</p><p><br/></p><p>She died in her sleep.</p><p><br/></p><p>And I couldn't stop thinking about it.</p><p><br/></p><p>She probably had plans for the next morning.</p><p><br/></p><p>She probably told someone, "See you tomorrow."</p><p><br/></p><p>She probably ended a phone call with, "We'll talk tomorrow."</p><p><br/></p><p>Someone else probably thought, "I'll call her tomorrow."</p><p><br/></p><p>But tomorrow never came.</p><p><br/></p><p>How many apologies are waiting for a tomorrow that may never arrive?</p><p><br/></p><p>How many hugs have been postponed?</p><p><br/></p><p>How many "I love yous" have been left unsaid because we assumed there would always be another chance?</p><p><br/></p><p>We carry grudges as though time is endless.</p><p><br/></p><p>We cling to pride as though life owes us another day.</p><p><br/></p><p>We let misunderstandings stretch into weeks.</p><p><br/></p><p>Months.</p><p><br/></p><p>Sometimes years.</p><p><br/></p><p>Until all that's left are regrets.</p><p><br/></p><p>The call you ignored could become the last one they ever make.</p><p><br/></p><p>The message you left unread could become the conversation you'll spend years wishing you had.</p><p><br/></p><p>The visit you kept postponing may become impossible.</p><p><br/></p><p>Death has a way of turning ordinary moments into priceless memories.</p><p><br/></p><p>It reminds us that nothing was ever ordinary at all.</p><p><br/></p><p>So love the people you love.</p><p><br/></p><p>Not tomorrow.</p><p><br/></p><p>Today.</p><p><br/></p><p>Tell them they matter while they can still hear it.</p><p><br/></p><p>Leave every conversation in such a way that, if it became your last together, your heart would find peace instead of regret.</p><p><br/></p><p>Forgive.</p><p><br/></p><p>Not because what happened didn't hurt.</p><p><br/></p><p>Not because everyone deserves another chance.</p><p><br/></p><p>Forgive because bitterness is too heavy a burden to carry through a life that is already so fragile.</p><p><br/></p><p>But don't confuse forgiveness with abandoning wisdom.</p><p><br/></p><p>You are allowed to set boundaries.</p><p><br/></p><p>You are allowed to walk away from people who repeatedly steal your peace.</p><p><br/></p><p>You are allowed to protect your heart without filling it with hatred.</p><p><br/></p><p>Forgiveness frees your soul.</p><p><br/></p><p>Boundaries protect it.</p><p><br/></p><p>For the eyes reading these words today may not be the same eyes that witness tomorrow's sunrise.</p><p><br/></p><p>The voice you hear today may become one you spend years wishing you could hear just once more.</p><p><br/></p><p>The people you think will always be around may quietly become stories you'll one day tell with tears in your eyes.</p><p><br/></p><p>Life is painfully fragile.</p><p><br/></p><p>A heartbeat.</p><p><br/></p><p>A breath.</p><p><br/></p><p>A moment.</p><p><br/></p><p>That's all that separates "I'm here" from "I was."</p><p><br/></p><p>So don't let pride steal what love is trying to preserve.</p><p><br/></p><p>Don't wait for funerals to say the beautiful things you could have said while they were alive.</p><p><br/></p><p>Call your parents.</p><p><br/></p><p>Check on your friends.</p><p><br/></p><p>Apologize when you're wrong.</p><p><br/></p><p>Say "I love you" while there's still someone to hear it.</p><p><br/></p><p>Laugh a little longer.</p><p><br/></p><p>Forgive a little quicker.</p><p><br/></p><p>Love a little deeper.</p><p><br/></p><p>Because tomorrow has never belonged to us.</p><p><br/></p><p>It never will.</p><p><br/></p><p>So tonight, when you set your alarm, remember what an incredible act of faith it is.</p><p><br/></p><p>And if you're blessed enough to wake up tomorrow, don't waste it.</p><p><br/></p><p>Love the people you love.</p><p><br/></p><p>Forgive where you can.</p><p><br/></p><p>Protect your peace where you must.</p><p><br/></p><p>Because life is only a mist.</p><p><br/></p><p>And tomorrow has always been a gift, never a guarantee.</p>

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