We own them, we live them, we navigate them. We learn that you only get so many of them. The number of days is not unlimited. That is important to know.
We should treasure them. The days in which we live.
Sometimes the days fly, sometimes they seem to plod along. Some days you count your blessings, some days you catalog your curses.
Living your days to the fullest. Seems the way.
Even if you look upon a day that has just passed and you think: "That was hard. That was a deep slog. Shite. I am exhausted."
Lately, I have had a few of those. Too much "toing and froing." At the end of the day, I know that I just had a day, unlike any of the others, even if in so many ways it resembles so many others. You know, in one light a slight, paltry, mundane kind of day, filled with simple, repetitive, menial tasks, and, at the same time, in another light, an amazing, wonder-filled day of uncommon sights and sounds. One of my precious days. Weird dichotomy at work there.
Days of wine and roses, and days of slogs, and curses...
That's life. Well-lived to the max. The power, the glory, and the just getting thru in one piece.
