Tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone
How many times had that rolled across my lips?
A trite cliché with just enough philosophical import
to prove my intellectual depth
It’s the companion to “don’t take anything for granted “
Which of course I did
Which of course, everyone does
But as with all things, perspective is everything
And mine has been blasted into atoms
A lifetimes’ assumptions wiped away in an instant
Tomorrow isn’t promised takes on a whole new meaning
when the permanence of an unending string of days
is shown to be an illusion.
I’m now left with a void to fill
A void from which all my certainty had been extracted
A place that once was filled with religious dogma
Now filled simply with the unknown.
How am I supposed to carry on?
Certain now in the knowledge that life could,
without the slightest warning, end in any moment
and how without the intervention of providence
would have ended on that fateful Mother’s Day.
If I had crashed my car on the way to the hospital
I would have died
If I had gone home to lay down when I didn’t feel well
I would have died,
sobering realizations each.
Without a hint of how to cope with them.
I’m left to wonder if there was a reason
Things played out as they did.
Is there any hope I will ever understand?