The sun sets on another day I can’t have back. It seemed like an ordinary day when I woke up. I made breakfast, just as I always do. I got dressed and went about my chores. I spoke with many people. I went into town to take care of some business. I paid some bills. I read some poetry and some beautiful prose, just as I always do. I had many outdoor tasks to complete. I took care of my animals, as usual. There was nothing different about this day than any other day.
|Seize the day.|
But every time the sun goes down, I realize that I’ve lost another day, and I can’t ever have it back. And I wonder to myself, didn’t I realize just how special today was? Because it was special. Every day is so very, very special. Why didn’t I pay more attention? Why didn’t I seize the day while it was here? What could possibly have kept me from realizing it?
Bittersweet reflections at the end of a day. It was a good day, and I have no complaints about it. It was a fine day and much was accomplished. It was a day that anyone would be proud to have. Except now that it’s gone, I see it was more precious to me than I realized. I tell myself that I must pay more attention. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I will pay more attention. Surely, I will not squander yet another day. Tomorrow there is much to do. Already I am thinking of my chores. Surely, there will be plenty of time tomorrow to seize the day.