These Are The Days

I am thankful for the good days because they renew me, and for the bad days because they shape me. The contrast of the two mold together in such a fighting way, but they each serve their purpose. Each provide a narrow glimpse into the future, a salute to the past, and a lesson for the present. Some days I can't feel the sun on my face, and other days it blinds me; in between there is a warmth of knowledge, a sort of truce, a forgiveness. I am thankful for life, and all the beauty, love and laughter that it lends to me. Life carries a lot of pain and grief as well, a seemingly undue suffering, and it is impossible to understand exactly why, or if and how the pain could be avoided. I can't pretend to know or justify the answer to why horrible things happen in this life, so I have to cling to the good things I do know and trust that everything is as it should be. And maybe therein lies the meaning of life: to cherish things TODAY, to live TODAY, because today, this very moment, is all we ever really have. It is a small gift with a huge responsibility, to live in a world so vast and chaotic, to lose and to win, to be blessed and to be cursed, to love and to hate, to remember and to forget, to gather stones and to scatter them, to be born and to die. The beginning and end are too bewildering to wrap our heads around. So do your work in the middle. Love those close to you. Build instead of break. And whether you believe in an after life or a return to dust, make every minute you're here count for something noble and gracious. Never stop being thankful for what you have. Never stop caring for mankind. Never live a life that will be forgotten when you are gone. Whatever comes tomorrow, you are here now.