today

Can you blame them?

The people that go through their entire lives not wondering.

Not wondering what-if, or why?

They're happy, sure. They're successful. What are they missing?

Are they missing the moments when you wake up alone in a place you can't really recognize? A place that you once called "home." A place where you feel like a stranger, and feel stranger every day. A place where the walls are painted with your youth, and the carpet is stained with your shortcomings. The place you will likely spend most of your life. Do they?

Do they miss contemplating running away? Not running from anything or anyone.

Running to something. Someone.

Do they?

Do they miss slamming their fist into their bathroom wall when they realize that they should be sleeping? Not caring about sleep, because they have no reason to wake up. Not knowing when tomorrow will come, and knowing that tonight will last as long as you want it to. Do they?

No, they don't. They don't care. Who cares if nothing matters today? Today? Today is shit. Today is you, in front of a computer, reading some shit you won't remember. Our minds sort out the bad. They clean themselves of boredom, lies, regret.

We meet old friends, talk about last night, remember all the shit we did when we were drunk. The legacy of yesterday. "There's always tomorrow!" All promises. Tomorrow is the second day you put off living your dreams. Tomorrow is a liar, a lawyer, a politician. Tomorrow is the Christmas morning that never comes. You go to sleep with sugar plum fairies dancing in your head, and you wake up with a fucking hangover and your girlfriend asking you what's wrong.

"Nothing honey. Just a bad dream."