writi typing on a whim here. I don't know why I'm typing or what I'm going to say but right now I'm bursting with thoughts and emotions...
I just love my life- my family and friends. Every thing that has come my way- trials included. Why is it that some days... some days I take it for granted? Don't I know every day matters?
Can't we all have it this way:
We might not all live to be 95 holding hands with the person we married at 21 and both go sweetly in our sleep.
We can't expect trials to be easy-
We shouldn't be surprised if the unexpected knocks at our door.
This life is so short. I've seen it everywhere, lately.
Everyday - every.day. matters. I used to think I could wait till I was older and a better cook to start taking meals to people in need. I used to think I could try harder tomorrow- today probably isn't going to change much.
Why isn't today just as important as tomorrow?
Is it because I think there IS going to be a tomorrow? And another and another- till I'm 95? Hopefully there will be- that's something I will always hope for.
But that doesn't mean that I can let today go–
I can't let a day go that wasn't fully lived.