Rare and Vital

Did you ever have one of those days where everything seemed perfect?! No guilt, doubt, worry? I mean, there might have been reason for guilt, doubt and worry, but none of that bad juju seemed to stick?

That was my yesterday.

And I wondered why it didn't happen more often: just to be happy to be alive, with being alive being more than enough.

Remember all those millions or maybe billions of years when you weren't a sentient being? And how about all those millions or billions of years after you are dead and gone?

Kind of makes each day you are alive kind of rare and vital.