Every Day You Wake Up Is A Gift
Someone once said that every day you wake up is a gift. It can sound like the kind of thing printed on a greeting card beneath a rising sun, or framed on a wall in careful script—pleasant enough to notice, easy enough to forget. But there comes a certain season in life when those words stop sounding sentimental and begin to feel like something earned. I think I understand that better now. When we are young, waking up feels automatic. Morning is not a miracle; it is a habit. We open our eyes already leaning toward the next thing—what we want, what we think we deserve, what we hope to become. There is always another romance somewhere ahead, another plan waiting to be made, another year that feels guaranteed. We spend time carelessly because we believe there will always be more of it. Then life, in its patient way, corrects us. You lose people. You lose chances. You lose older versions of yourself that once seemed permanent. Hearts break quietly. Friends drift i...
