Strange are the ways of life; when the yesterday that i lived in promised a rosy tomorrow, the tomorrow then, which is my today, is not the rosiness I was waiting for.  And now, in what my today promises for my tomorrow, I wonder whether it would be worth the wait and anticipation of the morrow that the day today promises.  Yet, hope is what keeps life going…so let’s hope for a better tomorrow, for if not for hope, then the charm of living would cease to exist.