The morning of the day after . . . and I feel
as if I have been holding my breath. I haven't
been, obviously, but I didn't join in any 4th of
July celebrations yesterday nor last night. My
own little boycott. Does that make today a new
beginning? The start of renewed hope? Or maybe,
I should look at each day in my life from here on
out as exactly that?! Is it age that brings on such
realizations or is it simply that they can no longer
be ignored? So, where to go from here? Me thinks
the answer lies in the gift of waking each morning
to find that you're alive. Make a pact with life, in
exchange for the gift, to actually LIVE the day
rather than only just EXIST. I'm not even certain
that said living needs to be in a big way, however,
even the smallest moments of living need to be
important ones. Much to ponder . . .
i hereby pledge life
to live rather than exist
indeed takes courage
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