Tomorrow might Never come

When proverbs - a veteran rapper from South Africa - sang a song titled "tomorrow might never come", it was more of a mainstream song, even though if you actually dig in properly, the words, you'd find are hard hitting.I listened and listened over again, and even though I didn't need a song to tell me, it did serve as an eye opener, an insight that I might be well and happy today, typing for a competition or for myblog, maybe even reading for an exam or orchestrating photoshoots that I'd never get credits for, my tomorrow might never come.In this current age, I've come to notice that people are busy here and there doing nothing. Paying no attention to the people we have around, and then, when they leave, we're quick to write beautiful eulogies, sing songs of praises like Solomon, talk abouthow those ones inspired us and what what.What happened to appreciation of the living?Funny thing is, for people we claim to have inspired us, we do really forget them in a hurry.For me though, the idea that we do not own time, is here to stay. I like to think that anytime soon, my watch might stop ticking and I'd be gone, and embracing the idea has made it possible to probably enjoy life more.The other day was fathers day, and I took out time to reply to WhatsApp status updates of people posting pictures of their fathers. I asked if their dads were on WhatsApp and for most of them, the answer was a no. A resounding no. If your dad isn't on WhatsApp and he isn't going to see the update, why then did you update it? Eye service?I went on to ask if they'd placed a call to the poor man wherever he was, and most said they don't have call cards. I laughed.Fortunately enough for me, I'd sent a text message earlier to my pops, one that cost me just N4. He'd ended up calling me back with all smiles and joy and in turn wished me a happy fathers dayfor the good father he thinks I'd make. I know my siblings would wonder why I didn't post his pictures up on Facebook or WhatsApp, and while at it, I'd wonder why they posted it when he wasn't going to see it anyways.The most touching thing happened when those whose dads wereno longer around made wishes to have him back and cherish.Do you now see what's going on here? This is where we find ourselves in time. And the truth is time has a way of messing with us.For me though, the idea that we do not own time, is here to stay. I like to think that anytime soon, my watch might stop ticking andI'd be gone, and embracing the idea has made it possible to probably enjoy life more. Living everyday like it's your last but constantly working towards a better future. And I also do think ofpeople around me same way, see?The other day, I was called that my uncle was rushed to the hospital and that he'd developed high blood pressure. Before I said a prayer for him, I thought about our relationship first. If ever his watch stopped ticking, would I be forever haunted by thememories of what could have been?Creating time now to say "I love you" to the people we love shouldn't be an arduous task. You might be well and happy today,but come to think of it, what if your tomorrow never comes?