A Day Celebrated

A Day Celebrated

It's the end of day. It's the perfect end of a perfect day. What better way to end it than to take a few minutes to key it into the computer.

Thtoughout my life as holidays and days of celebration have come to a close I've almost always felt an immediate and overwhelming sense of loss. To come down from such a high was devastating. My anticipation of this has loomed ominous over those good times.

This time, however, it was different. It was really only another day, but it tipped the scale to weigh me a year older. This time the moment lived. The moment lived not for the sentiment or simply so we could say "we did". It existed for it's own ambition: that we could all live too.

We are inspired by its life and as a result we live more inspiringly. I've come to a place in life where I see that a great day is more than the sum of its parts. In it lies something more profound. We can't expect a single day to defeat what made other days bad or mundane.

To quote Bruce Hornby, what we can do is "kick at the darkness til it bleeds daylight." What we usually do, instead, is accept the darkness. We can't afford to be passive about our hope for better days or our desire to make things better.

In essence: to live is not to survive, to live is to die trying. That is kind of what I learned today. More to come later...