Speaker 1: Tomorrow. The work and cares of today easy if we
do not worry about those of tomorrow, the mysterious Tomorrow
and its terrors. The way to meet the cares of tomorrow.
Tomorrow's opportunities will come as surely as Tomorrow's cares law supreme.
No need to be afraid the real Tomorrow. The work
of each day would be a pleasure if we would
refrain from attempting to perform at the same time the
work of tomorrow. The cares of today would cease to
disturb us if we would refuse to anticipate the cares
of tomorrow. The work of today is easily performed. Notwithstanding
the fact that we spoiled the pleasure of yesterday by
fretting about the tasks of the coming day. The cares
of today do not seem half so terrible as they
appeared viewed from the distance of yesterday. Nor do we
suffer nearly as much from today's burdens as we did yesterday.
In bearing these burdens in anticipation, today is comparatively easy
for us. But oh tomorrow, Ay, there's the trouble Tomorrow.
The past is gone, and its sorrows cares troubles, misfortunes,
and work do not seem so terrible viewed from this distance.
The misfortunes of the past are now often known as
blessings in disguise. Today is here, and we seem to
be getting along fairly well, excepting fearing the dawn of tomorrow.
But tomorrow, Oh, mysterious tomorrow, that delight of the child,
that bugaboo of the grown up? What shall we say
of tomorrow? Who knows? What terrible monsters are lurking in
its gloomy recesses, What frightful cares are slumbering there? What
dreadful shapes are there crouching with glowering eyes awaiting our coming?
No frightful tale of childhood begins to compare in horror
with this fantasy of maturity. To Morrow, yesterday, with all
its troubles. To day, with its pressing tasks, affright us not.
But to morrow, Ah, to morrow, tell us of the morrow,
who knows what a day may bring? Forth? Tell us
how to meet the terrors of tomorrow? Forsooth an easy task,
good friends, The way to meet the terrors of tomorrow
is to wait until to morrow. The cares of to
morrow indeed, twould be laughable if it were not so pitiful.
Tomorrow's cares may come, will come, must come. But what
of tomorrow's opportunities, tomorrow's strength, tomorrow's chances, circumstances helpers. Don't
you know that the supply of good things does not
cease with the close of today. Don't you know that
in the womb of the future sleep opportunities intended for
your use when the time comes. Don't you know that
in earnest, confident expectation of the good things to come
will cause these good things to grow for your use
in the future. Well, it's so. They'll grow and grow
and grow, and then when you need them, you will
find them ripe and ready to pick. Water them with faith,
surround them with the rich soil of hope. Let them
receive the full rays of the sun of love, and
the nourishing fruit of opportunity will be your reward tomorrow.
Did you ever shiver with dread at the thought of
what would happen if the sun should not rise tomorrow?
Did you ever doubt that the grass would grow and
the trees take on leaves next spring? Did you ever
fear that perhaps the summer would not come Oh, no,
of course not. These things have always happened, and you
have sufficient faith to know that they will occur again. Yes,
but you have been fearing that opportunities, chances, circumstances may
not be present tomorrow. Oh, ye of little faith. Do
you not know that this is no world of chance?
Do you not know that you are working under the
operations of a great law, and that these things are
as much amenable to that law as are the seasons,
the crops, the motion of the Earth, the planets, this
and countless other solar systems, the universe, the law which
regulates the motions of the millions of worlds, and whose
jurisdiction extends over space. That space, the abstract idea of
which cannot be grasped by the puny intellect of man
of today, also takes cognizance of the tiny living organism,
too small to be seen through our strongest microscope. The
sparrow's fall comes under the law, as well as the
building of a magnificent series of solar systems, And yet
man fears tomorrow of all living beings, Man alone fears tomorrow. Children,
lovers and philosophers escape the curse. The first to look
forward to it with joy and confidence, having the love
that casteth out the philosopher's reason teaches him that which
the intuition of the other two has grasped. The child
intuitively recognizes that the infinite supply is inexhaustible, and naturally
expects tomorrow's supply as he does tomorrow's sun. He has
faith in the law until fear is suggested into his
receptive mind by those who have grown old enough to fear.
The child knows that there are just as good fish
in the sea as ever were caught, But the grown
up fears that today's fish is the last in the sea,
and fails to appreciate today's hall by reason of his
worry about the possible future failure of the fishing industry.
Oh no, I do not believe in just sitting down
and folding my hands and waiting for mine own to
come to me. I know that mine own will come
to me because I am doing well the work that
the Law has placed before me, to do that which
lies nearest to my hand. Today. I believe in work,
good work, honest work, cheerful work, hopeful work, confident work.
I believe in the joy of work, the pleasure of creating.
And I believe that he who does his best work
one day at a time, working with faith, hope, and
confidence in the morrow, with fear eliminated from his mind
and replaced with courage, I believe, I say, that such
a man will never find his cupboard empty, nor will
his children want for bread. And furthermore, I believe that
tomorrow is what we make it by our thoughts today.
I believe that we are sowing thought seeds today which
will grow up overnight and bear fruit tomorrow. I believe
that thought takes form in action, and that we are
and will be just what we think ourselves into being.
I believe that our minds and bodies are constantly being
molded by our thoughts, and that the measure of man's
success is determined by the character of his thoughts. And
I believe that when man will throw off the incubus
of fear, the frightful vision of the night will vanish,
and opening his eyes in the place of the monster,
he will see the fair form and smiling face of
a radiant creature, who, bending over him with love, lit eyes,
will softly whisper I am tomorrow.