The day is typical in the sense that the sun rose, the flowers bloomed and the alarm clock destroyed any chance of sleeping in today. The smell of fresh coffee fills the silent room as you can hear the various footsteps throughout the house pepper the floors with sleepy flip flops we call feet.
And this is just another day.
Just like the other day.
And the day before that.
But today is still a different day. Today is a day that we’ll wish my Father a happy birthday. A day John will help Ann get through the sudden death of her mother. A day The Carter’s Savor another few hours of time with their departing flock of Chestnut-sided Warbler’s, a day we will look back on in 3,650 days and chuckle, “has it been 10 years already”.
A continuous dance till the day we don’t dance any longer. It’s as if, as the years go buy, tomorrow becomes more like suddenly then yesterday.
This suddenly sneaks up on you fast.
A million celebrations fortify our very beings. We laugh and we cry at these special moments – birthdays, weddings, newborn babies. They justify the hardships that we will no doubt experience in our life times.
In fact, we will suffer more heartache and pain then we will joy. But it’s how we deal with the heartache that separates each of us. Some will sulk in self pity. Some will dust themselves off and ride on too the next heartache.
Life is a long good bye in many ways. But as I sat here this morning … going over the last 24 hours as I do … many think I just sit around and watch Youtube videos, drink beer and eat pizza (which, that does take up a lot of my time) I do in fact gravitate to deep thought from time to time.
And this morning I asked myself: If I could do it over, would I?
And that very question stalked me for a few hours. Every time I stopped working, I drifted off to that question. When I’m on my death bed – in the moments before I close my eyes that last time – if given the chance, would I say “can i do it over,” …
And the answer is no.
I’ve had so many great moments. So many horrible moments. So many bored moments. As you all have, as well. And when I really thought about it, the reason I would say no thanks – I don’t want to betray the times I’ve had by taking a chance to go back and do them again. Who’s to say it’d be the same.
So here I say, lets’ celebrate the day. To my Father, to Ann’s Mother, to your son or your daughter. To each and everyone of my friends and family members. We could sit hear and cry about the past, the present and the future – but it doesn’t matter.
