Today is another day. That’s all there is to it. I don’t suppose there’s much to be said about it but the fact that we are here means something. I guess. We survived to live another day. We woke up to the sounds of nature cascading over that which we called sleep.
Feeling alive must mean something in this life. I’m not quite sure what that feeling is. Is it meant to be something unique? Something wonderful? Whatever the case, being alive is what we are. Alive. There’s nothing else we can do about it to avoid whatever it is we wish to avoid. Avoidance doesn’t have to be a bad thing. It doesn’t even necessiarly mean it’s terrible. Living life is just that, living.
If we want to be able to be better than we currently are, we must step up to the plate and take that first swing. There’s nothing wrong with missing now and again, everyone misses eventually. No one gets it right on the first pitch.
What is the meaning of life? I suppose it changes depending on who you ask. The meaning of life can be as simple as butterfly wings, or something more dangerous or sinuous as a hurricane. Whatever comes your way, you have to remember you’ve got this. It hapens to everyone. Fear, judgment, self loathing. Whatever the condition is, you’ve got this.
For today is just another day in the roller coaster we call life.
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