Another morning is upon us, and we have lived to see another day. It is on days like these that we should take a moment to be grateful for the smallest of things. For the fact that we are here. That we have made it through all the days before and ended up here.
The question that logically follows is, what if we don’t like it here, and changing where here is is too difficult? That is the struggle that we all deal with at one point or another. We have all found ourselves disliking where we are in life, and that is when we need to really focus down. Truly concentrate on the next step or living in the present. Become what you can thrive. You first have to survive.
That is why when we wake up and are thankful for the day that has been given to us, we should cherish it even more. It feels like there have been more days of dread than of wonder over the past six months in my life, and I am certain this is not an uncommon feeling in my fellow man.
Rise and face the day before you. Face all your worries and fears. Face the glories and blessings. Face whatever it is the day has laid before you, but face it. The day was made to be lived. Not because our days are short but because they are ours. This life is all we were given, and when it is gone, it is over. We have one chance to live our days, and we shouldn’t waste that opportunity.
This is the day I was given, and I am going to live it as best I can. Whatever arises, I will deal with it either as a challenge or a blessing. Life has been full of more challenges than blessings recently, but I have still made it to this day, and this is where I am. It is where I have to be and where I am needed.
Today is Father’s Day, and it’s the first tough day I’ll have this year. Yesterday, I was watching the Nationals baseball game, and they showed the Ryan Zimmerman walk-off home run from Father’s Day 2006, and I remembered being there, living in that moment, and sharing it with my father. Nineteen years later, my father is gone, and I have only memories to celebrate this day.
This is the day I was gifted, and it is on this day I shall live.
David Huzzard Writes 