“Forever, is composed of nows.” Emily Dickinson
Tomorrow, the future, forever, they all seem so lofty and full of promise. The present, often fraught with the mundane, the minutiae of every day living, the nagging details required to get through the day.
If forever is simply the sum of our days, we must find a way to pick ourselves up from out of the daily grind in order to make now, this present moment, what it needs to be in order to produce the future we desire. Now, repeated again and again, is the only promise for a better tomorrow.