I think one of the greatest acts of faith is setting an alarm before going to bed.

Every single night, we tell ourselves, "I'll wake up tomorrow."

We plan tomorrow's meetings.

We think about tomorrow's errands.

We postpone difficult conversations until tomorrow.

We promise to love better tomorrow.

We believe, without ever saying it aloud, that tomorrow belongs to us.

But it doesn't.

Life has never promised us another sunrise.

It is only a mist—appearing for a little while, then vanishing before we even realize it was here.

This year has taught me that in ways I wish it never had.

April was the hardest month of the year for me.

Two losses.

The first one shattered something deep inside me.

The second felt like life kicking me while I was already on the ground.

For weeks, I found myself asking questions that had no answers.

Why didn't I call more?

Why didn't I pray harder?

Why didn't I spend more time talking to her?

Why didn't I take more pictures?

I kept searching for something I could have done differently.

But I didn't know.

None of us ever do.

That's the uncertainty of life.

We never know which conversation will become the last.

Which laugh will be the final one.

Which hug we'll spend years wishing had lasted a little longer.

Last week, someone else died.

She died in her sleep.

And I couldn't stop thinking about it.

She probably had plans for the next morning.

She probably told someone, "See you tomorrow."

She probably ended a phone call with, "We'll talk tomorrow."

Someone else probably thought, "I'll call her tomorrow."

But tomorrow never came.

How many apologies are waiting for a tomorrow that may never arrive?

How many hugs have been postponed?

How many "I love yous" have been left unsaid because we assumed there would always be another chance?

We carry grudges as though time is endless.

We cling to pride as though life owes us another day.

We let misunderstandings stretch into weeks.

Months.

Sometimes years.

Until all that's left are regrets.

The call you ignored could become the last one they ever make.

The message you left unread could become the conversation you'll spend years wishing you had.

The visit you kept postponing may become impossible.

Death has a way of turning ordinary moments into priceless memories.

It reminds us that nothing was ever ordinary at all.

So love the people you love.

Not tomorrow.

Today.

Tell them they matter while they can still hear it.

Leave every conversation in such a way that, if it became your last together, your heart would find peace instead of regret.

Forgive.

Not because what happened didn't hurt.

Not because everyone deserves another chance.

Forgive because bitterness is too heavy a burden to carry through a life that is already so fragile.

But don't confuse forgiveness with abandoning wisdom.

You are allowed to set boundaries.

You are allowed to walk away from people who repeatedly steal your peace.

You are allowed to protect your heart without filling it with hatred.

Forgiveness frees your soul.

Boundaries protect it.

For the eyes reading these words today may not be the same eyes that witness tomorrow's sunrise.

The voice you hear today may become one you spend years wishing you could hear just once more.

The people you think will always be around may quietly become stories you'll one day tell with tears in your eyes.

Life is painfully fragile.

A heartbeat.

A breath.

A moment.

That's all that separates "I'm here" from "I was."

So don't let pride steal what love is trying to preserve.

Don't wait for funerals to say the beautiful things you could have said while they were alive.

Call your parents.

Check on your friends.

Apologize when you're wrong.

Say "I love you" while there's still someone to hear it.

Laugh a little longer.

Forgive a little quicker.

Love a little deeper.

Because tomorrow has never belonged to us.

It never will.

So tonight, when you set your alarm, remember what an incredible act of faith it is.

And if you're blessed enough to wake up tomorrow, don't waste it.

Love the people you love.

Forgive where you can.

Protect your peace where you must.

Because life is only a mist.

And tomorrow has always been a gift, never a guarantee.