'Ah well, there's always tomorrow', the salvation cry of those that should, would and could do something but somehow never get round to it. 'There's always tomorrow', the muttered rosary of the professional procrastinator postponing. Each day they grow an increasing list of things that they must do. Time will make the list too big to ignore and too big to achieve and at that point all their dreams and ambitions will fall to the ground around them. But what if we knew that the list of that we failed to do was etched on the inside of our eyelids filling the skin with that we could have done had we but tried at the time. So when our final resting comes all our tomorrows are spent seeing what we could have been if we had just had the courage to overcome our fears of failure and the drive to overcome our laziness. I don't want an afterlife of regret so perhaps it's time to say 'there's always today' and just get on with what we have to do. Well, apart from mowing the lawn, there's always tomorrow for that.
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