For all we know, we may never meet again.

For all we know, we may never meet again.

Before you go, make this moment sweet again.

We won't say goodnight until the last minute.

I'll hold out my hand, and my heart will be in it.

For all we know, this may only be a dream.

We come and go like ripples on a stream

So love me tonight; tomorrow was made for some,

tomorrow may never come, for all we know.

I dont like the uncertain. I hate not knowing. Im not a fan of surprises.

But thats all just part of living, isnt it? Im learning that I have to accept the fact that I cant change a lot of things. I cant control everything.

And sometimes, in the worst way imaginable, life wont go my way, and it wont make sense.

The word tomorrow scares me to my inner core. It implies that I can put anything I want into the uncontrollable abyss that is the future.

It is the height of uncertainty.

When I go to sleep at night, I dont know what I'll wake up to. Sometimes I'll wake up to what I imagined. Sometimes I wake up to a day unimaginably incredible and life giving.

But sometimes I wake up to unimaginable pain, suffering, hurt, nonsense.

Im learning to hold onto the present. To not live in the past, and not live in longing for the future. Its a really hard task, but its the only way to live the way God intended me to.

For all we know, we may never meet again.