tomorrow that never comes

… I began to imagine how many millions of people were, at that moment, feeling utterly useless and wretched –however rich, charming and delightful they might be– because they were alone that night, as they were yesterday, and as they might well be tomorrow. Students with no one to go out with, older people sitting in front of the TV as if it were their sole salvation, businessmen in their hotel rooms, wondering if what they were doing made any sense, women who spent the afternoon carefully applying their makeup and doing their hair in order to go to a bar only to pretend that they’re not looking for company…. People who look at themselves in the mirror and think themselves ugly, believing that being beautiful is what really matters, and spend their time reading magazines in which everyone is pretty, rich and famous. Husbands and wives who wish they could talk over supper as they used to, but there are always things demanding their attention, more important things, and the conversation can always wait for a tomorrow that never comes.

Paulo Coelho - The Zahir