Today I write in reflection of Charlie Kirk’s death, and the reminder it left behind that tomorrow is never promised.
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Tomorrow.
We speak of it like it’s guaranteed: “I’ll do it tomorrow,” “I’ll say it tomorrow,” “Tomorrow will be better.” But the truth is, tomorrow doesn’t belong to us.
Charlie’s death shook me. Not just because a life was lost, but because it feels like a warning. If someone like him could be silenced so suddenly, what about the rest of us?
Who is next? Who will be gone tomorrow, simply for daring to speak truth, for daring to live boldly?
And then the what ifs come rushing in…
What if he had stayed indoors that day?
What if he had taken a different path?
What if the world had listened sooner?
What if his voice was still here today?
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Those questions have no answers, yet they weigh heavy. They remind us that life is so fragile, and tomorrow is never guaranteed.
Life’s struggles already weigh heavy on us, and now death reminds us that even struggle itself is a privilege only the living can face.
Charlie’s absence isn’t just about mourning; it’s about asking ourselves, “What am I doing with the little time I have?”
So, whats is tomorrow to me?
It feels fragile. It feels uncertain. It feels like hope and fear living side by side.
Maybe the lesson is that while tomorrow may or may not come, today is still here. And that’s all we truly have. Today we can speak truth. Today we can love deeply. Today we can forgivev. Today we can live.
Because when tomorrow doesn’t come, today becomes the only story left behind.
May Charlie’s soul rest in peace 🕊️. And may his death be more than a headline. may it be a reminder that every voice matters, every choice counts, and every day should be lived fully.
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💭 What are your “what ifs”? What would you regret if tomorrow didn’t come?
