It’s quiet now. When I sit down to write these thoughts, it is usually very early in the morning, often before 5:00. The world is asleep as the first blush of sunrise is still some time away, and nature’s slumber continues.
I like it. There is always a hush, but one that feels full of expectation, a newness that hasn’t yet taken form. It just feels as though today could be any kind of day.
Routine robs us of the pleasure of anticipation. We fall in like soldiers, performing our tasks the same way we did the day before, the same way we will tomorrow. Unless something totally unexpected happens, the day will pass in anonymity, devoid of a uniqueness that will make it memorable.
Unless.
The uncertainty of existence is what encourages us to wake up, to not allow the sameness of routine to steal the opportunity to feel alive in every moment. Because today isn’t like any other day, and this moment is independent of any other moment.
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