ALL DAYS ARE CREATED EQUAL
Friday, January 21, 2022
What separates one day from another is not the stuff we have or the stuff that happens but, instead, the stuff we are made of …
There is time in every day for everything we find meaningful and hold dear, yet every day ends with too many things not done, too many things half-done, and too many things we shouldn’t have done.
And too many things we could easily do but are either too weary of doing them, or there isn’t enough time. We push them aside, forward, or over a cliff.
And then tomorrow comes …
Each day we try to get smarter, work smarter, work faster, earn more, waste less, etc.
You know the drill.
And then tomorrow comes …
Until the merry-go-round stops.
I love this merry-go-round.
Every day I wake up, get up and start again; I know I’ve won again, I’ve won another day, and some days that is all I want.
Some days that is all I need.
And then tomorrow comes, again, and again.
I’m not suggesting that waking up to nothing equates to anything specific or that it is better than death – what I mean is that nothing in life is better than life, and nothing is less important either.
Some days are full of perfection and its pursuit. Some days are full of survival. Some days are simply placeholders between yesterday and tomorrow.