Another day another dollar is what they say when they can't think of anything significant that has happened since the sun last rose. It seems like an optimistic statement, but really it's quite sad. I imagine it uttered by a dim-eyed working man at the bar after a laborious day, or by the depressed businessman as he hangs his coat on an antique coat rack in an empty apartment, or by the burned out twenty-something working at McDonald's to finance his pot addiction. It doesn't really matter who you are, if all you can muster at the end of the day is "another day, another dollar", then must have been a sad day indeed.
That said, I don't really feel like I'm succeeding at making the most of my days. I need to be more spontaneous, more crazy, more introspective, more helpful, more loving, more kind, more optimistic (maybe). I need to suck the marrow out of life's bones while I can.We all need to. If we don't try our hardest to make our time on Earth "just another day", we're failing.
We talk too much about dying I think. We get lost in the mess that life can be and forget to savor the moments that we have. There are too many nights that I go to bed wondering if I'd done anything meaningful during the day, too many days that I just grit my teeth and wait for fatigue to seize me. It's really such a waste. Happiness is just a moment and that which is in the moment is all that is assured- what blessed assurance it is...
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