Waste of sunshine

Today is summer solstice wherein it is the day in the year with the longest daylight. Today also marks the official start of summer. A few years ago on a summer solstice, Chary wanted to go to the beach but we both had work so that wasn't possible. We live pretty close to the beaches but its such a shame that we hardly even go there. For one, the waters can be frigid no matter how high the temperature is that day. Plus, I guess since we know its just there we tend to take it for granted and just not go. Its the case of "next time". But it would be nice to go once in awhile and just bask in the sun, watch the waves and relax. Summer it seems came early this year. A few weeks ago, it has been terribly hot and daylight has been longer but it has been wasted on me. When I get home from work, the sun is still out. Even if its almost 8 pm, its still sunny. But instead of me enjoying such a moment, I am already in my house clothes, pretty much ready to go to sleep. What a waste of sunshine indeed. I don't really know what to do or where to go. Even if I do want to do something or go somewhere, its one of those things that I really don't want to do by myself. With people busy with their own lives, our schedules just do not match up and thus once again get-togethers are reserved for "next time".

But for how long would we have a "next time"? It's so ironic that people believe that "life is short". That we have to live each day as if its our last and yet "next time" is still part of our vocabulary. I don't know whether the phrase "next time" is our own little prayer of hope. That tomorrow when another day breaks we would still be able to live it, experience it. Or is it synonymous to masking our own fears of the unknown, of the unpredictable. That we postpone what needs to happen now for tomorrow because we are not prepared of what is going to happen, of what is to happen. I think its little of both. We are hopeful for tomorrow to come so that we would have something to look forward to. That we have tomorrow as a chance to rectify our mistakes and inadequacies of today. Another chance to do what needs to be done. But then again, tomorrow also hinders us to say what we need to say today, what we need to do today. Tomorrow becomes our excuse to prolong, to extend what needs to happen because we fear of what the outcome would be. We fear of what would happen if we seize today and it doesn't happen the way we would want it to be, would we be able to face tomorrow? How would we face tomorrow?

I wish it is easy to just seize the day, "carpe diem" but as a lot of things in this world, its easier said than done. To some its an easy thing to do but its not true for everyone. We all have our own personal reasons why we have our "next time". But hopefully "next time" will still be there when we open our eyes because if not, it will not only be a waste of sunshine but a waste of life, a waste of time, a waste of chance that we may not have again.