Is it the start of something new—a clean slate, a fresh beginning? Or is it a quiet grief for a past that will never return, not even in our dreams of tomorrow?
Is it the kind of day where we rise with the sun, hearts light, smiles easy, and end it gently, feeling at peace with the world and everything unfolding around us?
Or is it the kind of day that leaves us unsure—wondering if things will ever truly fall into place, questioning whether tomorrow will even come, or if we'll just keep wandering through the uncertainty, asking ourselves, what now? What's next? Are we really moving forward, or just floating? Are we healing, or just getting better at hiding the cracks? We'll never predict what's going to happen tomorrow, but somehow, when it comes, we'll know.