Evening thoughts
Should I be ecstatic that the day has ended, henceforth revealing that I am currently older than twenty four hours ago? Or should I be aghast, as another day has taken its toll on me?
Should I be calm, grateful that I was lent a few more hours than perhaps some unlucky others? Or am I one of the unlucky ones for that same reason?
Should I be proud to have lived through? Or was it somehow more surviving rather than living?
The clock will keep on ticking, with no way to know if each second will be my last. So I cannot do much;
except be.
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