I saw a quote that read,

People wait all week for Friday,

all year for summer and all their lives for happiness.

In many respects, waiting is what humans do.

We wait to start or wait to stop, wait to go, or to leave, we wait and we wait and we wait.

And in doing so, fool not time, but ourselves. That clock is going to tick away regardless of the

IOUs we write to it. It will take those plans and dreams and ideas,

and with its two hands carry them away as part of the perpetual rhythmic march. See, one of the

most dangerous words in our vocabulary is tomorrow. A concept, illusion, a hesitance that becomes oxygen to the eventual flame of regret.

It becomes the stories we tell about what could have been if only tomorrow arrived a little sooner.

But the problem with waiting for tomorrow, as Jim Rohn has famously said,

is that when it arrives, it's called today.

Tomorrow is the box in which we place the things we've not yet found the courage to start.

But I want you to be that courageous. I want you to take the shot, to step out, to create momentum,

knowing that your journey will be one of imperfection, but imperfect is how

everything valuable begins.

Perfect, on the other hand, you know what's perfect?

Tomorrow is perfect.

Ideas that never start, that contain no mistakes are perfect.

Wishing is perfect.

Hoping is perfect.

But capturing the beauty contained in today,

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