“Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?”
― L.M. Montgomery
There are times that we feel so burdened in our day. Disappointments, mistakes, stupid things we did are pulling us down. We take our depth breath if these burdens are drenching us into depression. We wish that in the next click of the long hand of the clock is the presence of the innocent face of “tomorrow”.
But it isn’t. Time must wait systematically.
Yet, the sweetness truth about of waiting of tomorrow is a promise of its cleanliness. A promise of chances for repentance, for forgiveness and for change which will lead us for happiness.
Tomorrow is like a clean sheet of paper; spotless and innocent. Waiting for filling memories. As innocent as it is and as human as we are, we can’t keep away from committing mistakes.