Maybe Tomorrow

Maybe one day. Maybe tonight. I tell myself maybe it’ll happen. Whatever I think it is that should happen. I’m so unsure of what should happen, so relieved of the duty to make a decision that Destiny itself doesn’t know what to offer me.

Destiny asks for help today. I’ve always assumed it would eventually. What did she ask of me you ask? She poses herself like a one-wish genie: “Freedom, fame, riches, love, or knowledge?” Today is too soon, to tell her what it is that I want. “Misery?”

I suspect the devil’s play at hand. No good in life comes without cost. She reads the hesitation in my mind, or simply in my face, by now she must be pretty good at it. "Pick one," Destiny says. "You’ll live out your dreams and stop the delaying fears."

I pick. She gives. Not today. “In time”, she says. Maybe tomorrow.