Opinion: Kamala’s Kolumn – Today Is Today, And Yesterday Was Today Yesterday, Tomorrow Will Be Today Tomorrow.
By Kamala Harris, Former Vice President of the United States
Hello, my fellow Americans and Time Enthusiasts.
It is with immense excitement—and a touch of sleepless anticipation—that I write this week’s Kamala’s Kolumn. As I reflect on the beauty of time itself, I cannot help but marvel at the sheer significance of its passage. It’s a concept so profound, so intricate, and yet so simple. Time moves forward, yet it remains with us. It is both past and present, and also, dare I say it, future.
Recently, I have found myself unable to sleep. Night after night, I lay awake in the stillness, my thoughts swirling like the hands of a clock. You see, time is ticking, quite literally, toward a momentous occasion—the formal announcement of the inaugural Secretary of Time.
The Marvel of Today
Let us pause for a moment to truly appreciate today. Today, my friends, is not just a day. It is the day. As I often say—and I know you’ve heard me say this before—
“Today is today, and yesterday was today yesterday. Tomorrow will be today tomorrow. So, live today so the future today will be as the past today, as it is tomorrow.”
— Kamala Harris, June 2022
Isn’t that just incredible to think about? Every today is tomorrow’s yesterday, but it is also yesterday’s tomorrow. Time, you see, is always arriving and departing, like an eternal train that never leaves the station but somehow always gets you there.
Sleepless in Anticipation
My excitement about the Department of Time has been keeping me wide awake. I’ll admit it: I’ve been staying up late, waiting, wondering, and yes, hoping. Will today be the day that Donald Trump—our current president, and yes, the man who once described me as "wordy"—will announce my nomination?
It’s no secret that I feel uniquely prepared to take on the role of Secretary of Time. After all, I’ve spent my entire career appreciating the value of moments, minutes, and milestones. As I wrote last week, “If not me, then who?”
I’ve even been practicing my acceptance speech, should the moment come. It begins with, “Time waits for no one, but sometimes, someone must wait for time. And that someone is me, waiting for time to tell me that my time has come.”
A Hopeful Tomorrow
As I await the formal nomination, I am filled with hope. Hope for today. Hope for tomorrow. Hope for the endless tomorrows that lie ahead, which will, of course, one day become yesterdays.
I know there are skeptics who question the need for a Department of Time, but to them, I say this: time is more than clocks and calendars. It is moments, choices, and the collective rhythm of our shared humanity. The time for the Department of Time is now. Or perhaps it was yesterday. Either way, the future is bright.
So, my friends, let us seize today—not just for today’s sake, but for tomorrow’s today, which will soon be yesterday. I remain hopeful and patient, knowing that whether the announcement comes today or tomorrow, the significance of time remains constant.
And with that, I shall close. Remember, time is precious. Use it wisely, cherish it fully, and always, always appreciate it for what it is: time.
Until next week,
Kamala
