There will be days, maybe tomorrow or in the farthest future. But those days will come. They have to come for they have outlasted their waiting period. Those days will bring with them all that was stolen from yesterday.
They will encase a thousand laughs and encircle the soul of joy. Its peace will surpass anything moderately close to tranquillity. Those days will sing to each other.
They will demand generous payment of round coins, inscribed in perseverance and diligence. It will be a choice; a genuine, almost obsessive longing. There will be moonless nights too, the kind no one talks about. Loud silence might deafen every inclination of hope yet, even then, remember they will come.
In those days, long forgotten scribbled notes will breathe as physical things and those goals written in secret would sit as wallpapers, smiling down at you in awe. They will respect your tenacity. But before they come, your back must be hardened to bear the weight that comes with such an abrupt shift.
For all you know, those days might be at this moment. Maybe hope is the one word that we use to ease the pressure of today or maybe it’s a word we use to ignore the blessing today brings. Is it clever to wait on a day that isn’t promised and ignore that what we have now?
I reckon while you wait, let the sun never lose its brightness in your eyes. Let the air you breathe never lose its significance. I pray that let no day you see, be taken for granted.
What if today is the long-lost hope of yesterday, suffocating beneath the anticipation of tomorrow?