Tomorrow arrives at the clock’s rhythm. Until it does not! When we arrive on the day, its original moniker is no longer known; it becomes “today” or “now.”
The first encounter is convoluted! Every morning, we start our day by waking up to different sounds, such as an alarm, machines, the bustling of the crowd, or the cheerful chirping of birds outside our open window. Our thoughts and emotions can quickly become scattered, like boiling oil splattering everywhere. We construct scenarios like an avant-garde sculptor to make sense of everything. Sometimes, with just a tiny push from something outside of ourselves, we become completely absorbed in trying to comprehend the world and the moments we experience, as the idea of “tomorrow” lives only in memories. We dissolve into not anticipating “tomorrow” and merge into the present “today” and “now” as if we were in a parade.
Struggle does not end; the mechanism of perception has its toil. It constantly shifts shape by myriad factors, resulting in fabricated, unstable thoughts. The skull becomes a morass of uncertainty – the focal point of attention – as certainty fleets and can quickly transform into doubts. Although statistics may confirm that most of us are uneasy about the unknown, we may not have a specific explanation of why we feel the way we do. The strange but recurring feeling of puzzlement is like scattered small pollen particles onto our shoulders from a gust of wind. Despite our exertions to brush it off, the particles seemed to seep into our skin even more.