As I lay here in the darkness, I think about today, yesterday. I let my musings convey my own understanding of what has been, and look forward in positivity, to what will come. Tomorrow is a new day. It brings wonder and new experiences. It is like the activity of slowly peeling off the wrapper on a parcel, we await in expectation. We hope in excitement.
Every day is a cognitive adventure. A physical delight. An emotional significance. We know what our heart yearns for, and we await in sweet anticipation. For success? For love? For aspiration? The reward is simply individual. Priceless only to its own promise.
We await to pull of that wrapper, ever growing closer to the gift we thrive. We hold our hope on tomorrow. Always.
The mind of a deep thinker…or complete rubbish…it is all down to interpretation and perception…