LIFE IS NOW.

Santiago is a good boy in his late 20's. While sauntering in his beautiful farm at morning. He is daydreaming, eyeing for tomorrow, longing for future as he always do. Suddenly he stumbled upon a rock and his face hit the earth. A bit of cry for a second, then he stood up wiping his dirt of clothes to check for injuries. He saw an old man standing in front of him. His appearance was spontaneous and seemed to be Ominous. The old man with a cold coal pointy hat with aged but shrewd eyes. His skin was timeworn with tad of wrinkles drenched over his face with freckled dark spots. He has a distinctive long ash beard making his neck invisible. And shabby clothes graced with holes and holding a twisted stick with his crooked fingers.
Before santiago could say something, he with deep echoed voice said " Tomorrow is your day" With a wicked grin. Making Santiago puzzled and before he could comprehend all this, In his involuntary blink of eye the old man just vanished from  face of the earth like shadow in dark.
Boggled by this bizzare episode to which he was not at all familiar. He thought he might be hallucinating
"But it felt so real" Said the counter voice in his head.
Santiago sat down to calm his nerves to briefly ruminate. He muttered to himself
" Who was this old man? What he meant by tomorrow is your day! I am positive about his existence. Tomorrow maybe the special day for my life, perhaps so special that made old man apprise me personally, I mean how often I see an eccentric old man  blabbering a sentence. It has to mean something."
Thoughts of special tomorrow filled curiosity and excitement inside Santiago.
Until then it was afternoon, he resolve to go home.
The painfully blue sky with wispy Cirrus clouds scattered all over,  vaguely wrapping sun occasionally in its movement providing much wanted shade, The cool breeze is making leaves rustle and trees creak with chirping of sheltered birds on them. The whole city was nothing itself but a beautiful Serenic  view, in which Santiago resides.
There was other wondrous agent of nature along his way with lake, glittering drops of pearls from sunlight, graced by friends of Santiago in it, savouring that cold water, but Santiago never dipped in lake with them or alone.
There were mighty hills in town which he never conquered.
A never ending gold field of spritely dancing mustard, with dragonflies humming, and butterflies sucking sweetness from them, it's along the way but Santiago doesn't seem to be bothered by them cause he is busy visualising his special  tomorrow, guessing what's about to come.
When he reached his home.
"Welcome santo my boy "Come, lunch will be served in a minute." Exclaimed his father
Whole their family sat on a table along with his two years younger sister seerat.
"Can anyone guess what I am going to make tomorrow" Excitingly asked his mother.
"Please don't tease us mother just reveal" said seerat.
Okay okay- a table will be set with all of our favourite dishes tomorrow.
"Why anything special tomorrow inquired" father.
No, casually I just felt like making. answered mother.
This convinced and made Santiago more intrested in tomorrow. Now he just can't wait for next day.
Okay that's good to hear, but the food you made today is delicious, I am sure every corner of my stomach will be delighted today with this food, said father giggling
Absolutely right papa. Agreed seerat.
"What you think santo?" Questioned father
Hmmm what....? Said Santiago inattentive.
Was envisioning tomorrow's dish.
"Never mind", but hey do you started exercising  regularly for your health. It's God's mercy and your mother's prayer that saved you from fatal heart attack last year, you know we have history of genetic heart disease. Apprised father
"Don't worry father, I will do it from tomorrow" Assured Santiago
Yes, yes ! you have your own history with doing every stuff tomorrow, said father sarcastically
After the lunch. Few hours later. Sun started settling down, the red light glinted through holes from clouds mixed with other sunset colour making sky appear like  some painted canvas. With birds freeing out from their shelters soaring high in  flocks, embellishing the canvas by flying past it. And this one time moment was witnessed by seerat and his father who were sitting on roof for peace.
"You know seerat, people long for heaven and disregard hell.  but it's all here both of them. Just see this view, I don't know what people perceives as heaven but for me the heaven is right here. Our all days are filled with these heaven views, we just need right pair of eyes to capture them, instead of focusing on hell.
Let me call Santiago to see this view said the father.
After couple of calls Santiago responded, no problem father tomorrow will be the best view.
Seerat said. No problem father he will witness it tomorrow. Okay, said father disappointedly.
Sun fully settled down and gave baton to moon who came with his army and scattered beacons of hope all over the sky and made city drown in night.
After finishing dinner late.
Everybody departed to their respective rooms.
Everybody slept except, Santiago who was still much eager to know happenings of tomorrow, he decided to pour his heart out to ishtar whom he loved but never revealed in fear of rejection.
With this excitement and elation he slips into sleep.
Around midnight, with dogs howling and alarming everyone on street.
Santiago suddenly felt intense pain in his chest like someone placed a giant foot on it and tied constrictor knot from his windpipe as he is gasping for oxygen, felt there was a blockage in his heart. His eyes fluttered, He knew what was happening, he experienced it before. Falling from bed he cried for help. But can't utter a word. There came alarm in his body making him to believe his time has come. But when his life's wraith hovered around him in his last gasping breathes he realised as he reflected upon his mortal life that it wasn't filled with anything significant or joyful. There was a hole of living which was empty. To not let his demise in vain, He reached out for pen and paper beside him on table clinging on life and it might be universe what gave him power to write something, he with all his might, and shivering hands scrawled.
"There is no tomorrow. " Slowly resting his eyes giving himself away and his spirit slipped into the darkness of eternity.

You are too concerned with what was and what will be. There is a saying: Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the present.
                        ----oogway.