Yesterday was a beautiful day. Maybe the best in my life. Or maybe just the only one that I truly lived.
Usually my days merge into one stream - morning, coffee, road, work, evening, sleep. Just like everyone else. I put off happiness for later, confident that there was still a lot of time ahead. "Tomorrow I'll start running", "next week I'll sign up for dancing". "Someday" is my favorite word.
But yesterday I accidentally overheard a conversation in a cafe. A man was telling how he lost everything in one night: his job, money, the woman he loved. He was sitting opposite his friend and laughing: "You know, I used to think that I had time. But I don't. None of us knows how much time he has left."
These words pierced me. I caught myself thinking: what if tomorrow never comes? What will I leave behind? What will I remember before the end?
And so today I decided to live the day differently.
For the first time in a long time, I looked at the sky not just for the sake of it, but to feel its infinity. I sent a message to a friend I hadn’t spoken to in a year. I smiled at a passerby just like that, for no reason. I bought a ticket to a concert I had dreamed of, but always found excuses for.
Maybe tomorrow the routine will suck me in again. Maybe fears will envelop me again, and work will take up all my time. But now I know what it’s like to truly live. And I want to do it again. Because who knows which day will be the last?