Today.
Have you ever wondered where you would be if you hadn't said yes? To anything - you know, the one thing you said yes to even though you weren't so sure, that ended up impacting your life in ways you thought you were prepared for? Ways you thought you could live with?
Then you find out that the rest of your life could be a very fucking long time.
You should make decisions based on emotions. Screw the people who say otherwise. Without emotion, you pragmatically make decisions based on what makes the most sense - not what makes you happy.
Life after this decision can change you, ruin you. It can destroy the path you were on that was actually working. Don't ever make a decision while you are on a world-record drunken bender. You have a false sense of security that it won't matter. That you can live the rest of your fucking long life with the consequences. That it's the only option left, so why the hell not take it?
Then
Tomorrow.
You find yourself regretting, worrying, ripping your chest apart trying to figure out how to turn time back. You find out that fuckin' time's a stubborn bastard. You can't change this. It is far to late for that, drunk boy. Resort to your dreams, your stories, your imagination all you want, but they'll never be real. No, that proverbial ship has sailed. You may still see it, thinking you can get it back somehow, reach it, wish it back, but you aren't a fucking Jedi or a very good swimmer. The bridges smolder, ashes fall around like snow, and you are stuck.
Tomorrow.
You find the path again, but you can't cross the void to get to it. You can't find the road back home.
You numb yourself. You try to figure out new ways to accept. You pretend dreams and wishes are enough to get you through; to take you somewhere a bit more cozy, a bit less mired.
They won't, and where you are is not where you should be - where you used to be; before you were "cured", before you were "found". The place you know you should be. The path you were on when you were still lost, feeling your way through the dark. The time before the light, eh?
Just give up. It's over now. You can't change. You can't go back. You chose the right-hand path, and now it won't let you go.
Tomorrow.
Maybe it will all just come down. Crashing down, all around you. Then you will cry and scream and pray and repent and make promises and deals with God via his secretary, forgetting where you just were. Forgetting you were praying for this - this key. This way back. This opportunity.
Tomorrow you lose what you were wishing for. Tomorrow you forget what you dreamed.