It's so easy to take life for granted. Every morning when we awaken there's another whole day lying before us, just like there was yesterday, and the day before.
Day following upon day, season upon season, can become routine.
Nothing much to get excited about. I've become for each day, and for all it brings. What a gift, a privilege, a joy it is to be alive today. What a wonder it is to breath the earth's air, to feel the warm sun or the cold rain, to float through the moments of each day. I didn't bring myself into existence, nor is it I who keep myself going.