At first, it didn’t feel serious. Just small things. “I’ll go to the gym tomorrow.” “I’ll start eating better tomorrow.” “I’ll fix my sleep tomorrow.” It felt harmless. Everyone delays things sometimes. But tomorrow kept moving. Days turned into weeks. Weeks into months. Nothing changed. He stayed in the same routine, telling himself he had time. That he’d get to it eventually. Then one day, something simple happened that changed everything. He got tired faster than usual. Out of breath doing something that used to be easy. It bothered him… but he still pushed it aside. Until it happened again. And again. That’s when it stopped feeling small. He finally went to get checked. Sitting there, hearing the doctor explain things, he realized something he didn’t expect—his health wasn’t where it should be. Not because of one big mistake… but because of all the small things he kept postponing. Nothing dramatic. Nothing sudden. Just slow neglect over time. Walking out of that appointment, one thought stayed with him—it’s not that “tomorrow” never comes… it’s that you slowly run out of chances to keep saying it.