Forget Tomorrow, Let Today


You do not know what tomorrow will hold. 

I remember when I was 4, with the whole world before me. People asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I responded, “a pilot”. I remember when I was 17, people asked me what I would study now that I graduated, I responded, “design or animation”. 

I remember all the relationships and people I was involved in. I remember promises spoken but I didn’t know it was going to be empty or temporary. People would eventually give up on me or my pride would have me become the villain. 

I’m writing all of this to help you guys understand. You don’t know what will happen in 1 or 5 years. I thought I met the “one” but just as we are told and led to believe a fantasy, love is more than words or promises that we cannot be certain about. 

Even now, in this moment, all I can be certain of is this moment, the present. So I will love with my all and say I uphold to today. I will not promise the future but I will fight and promise the present. I will fight and continue in this race, knowing God is my focus and everything else is vain but will be a blessing if bestowed and founded in him. I will love who I am now, go on walks, cherish the moments with friends, love again but not “fall” but be risen in love, to grow beside someone. 

I did not know I was going to be as I am today but today I know that the future is its own and I know who I want to be today. A man of God, a friend, a brother, a soldier, a Writer, a son, embedded with honesty, truth, humility, hope, counsel, wisdom, and above all love. 

I will not let words dictate my actions but let my actions be described by words once the story is recou nted by what is seen. You may have known me for who I was but find me in who I am, I am not the same. Let these words create a stirring within yourself to move forward and project your true image and stop living caught in depressio or anxious of what is to come. 

My life is filled and finds joy in God, regardless of the opinions of others. I’ve seen and walked through my own hell. In being broken and restored to bear his image, let me truly be the light which he spoke about, placed on a hill, the salt of the Earth, a prince made king. Let me live and not just exist. I am here now. 

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