This day is all I have and these hours are now my eternity. I greet this sunrise with cries of joy as a prisoner who is reprieved from death. I lift mine arms with thanks for this priceless gift of a new day. So too, I will beat upon my heart with gratitude as I consider all who greeted yesterday’s sunrise who are no longer with the living today. I am indeed a blessed woman and today’s hours are but a bonus, underserved. Why have I been allowed to live this extra day when others, far better than I, have departed? Is it that they have accomplished their purpose while mine is yet to be achieved? Is this another opportunity for me to become the woman I know I can be? Is there a purpose in nature? Is this my day to excel?
I will live this day as if it is my last.
This is in one of the books I am reading, and I thought it was really good, so I'm sharing it with you! I want to live each day like this-- how about you?