Some days don’t have any claim to fame. In fact, most days don’t. Most days are just ordinary days. They’re not holidays or changes of season or of great historical importance. Most days are just the day after the one before it. In other words, they are completely nonspecial, completely unnoticeable.
Take today, for example.
There were no special meals or visits from friends. The calendar didn’t have any special
announcement on it. I didn’t begin a new
phase of my life today, or end a phase, for that matter. It wasn’t a “red letter” day. There was nothing to write home about. If you called me up on the telephone, I
wouldn’t be able to tell you anything unusual about this day.
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| Nothing special happened today. |
Except that it was a very unique day, unique in that it will
never come again. Life may be eternal,
but the expressions of life are not. They
are a brief flash in the darkness. I am
an expression of life, and so are you and every other person on this
planet. We are each finite
expressions. We’re here for a very
limited amount of time, and once that time is gone, it’s gone forever. It may seem pointless to some people--why
bother? But if during this very brief
time we can offer just a tiny bit of love and hope to one another, that will
have made our “expression,” our blink-of-the-eye existence, worthwhile.
And that makes each day very precious and special, indeed,
even if it isn’t marked on a calendar.
Never feel that you haven’t accomplished enough today, that you haven’t
done as much as you should have. Never
feel that a day was wasted or pointless or useless. Never feel that you must live only for the
“special” days, those that are marked down on the calendar. As long as you are here and expressing your
own uniqueness--that singular essence that makes you different from every other
person on the planet (whether you realize it or not)--then you have made it a
very special day, indeed.
