When it matters most

Evidently, the weekend comes too quickly.
Ever realised, that when it matters most, you've got nothing to write? So you write rubbish.
Ever realised, that when it matters most, you've got nothing to say? So you leave strings hanging, leave stones unturned.

Sometimes we try so hard to predict so hard what's going to happen. But in the end, what you thought was going to happen, what you spent nights worrying about, never comes to pass. In the end, you get so tired, that by the time it actually happens, you're speechless, limp, sitting in the corner. What will happen tomorrow? We guess, we worry about, we ponder. People say to let tomorrow worry for itself, and not waste today worrying about tomorrow, but is that possible really? Human nature depicts that we are worriers. BUT, before tomorrow comes, enjoy today. I do wonder how it will be, with the coming of tomorrow. What will come, will come isn't it?

Looks like Sunday evening will be spent alone.