Every Day Is Like Repeating The Same Day
Every day feels like we're repeating the same thing.
Wake up, work, eat, sleep.
Scroll, work again, go home, rest.
The next day, we wake up again with a similar routine.
Sometimes we forget,
it's not the same day.
It's the way we live it that hasn't changed.
The sky is a different color every afternoon.
The people we meet have different stories.
Even the person you are today is no longer the person you were yesterday.
Perhaps what makes it feel like "repeating" is that we move too fast,
that we forget to pause and appreciate the little things.
A morning cup of coffee, a stranger's smile, yesterday's sunset at the beach,
yellow and pink flowers in the yard.
The day will keep repeating itself...
until we dare to slip in one new thing.
Take a different walk, read one page of a book, call someone we haven't spoken to in a long time.
Because life isn't about waiting for another day.
But it's about making the same day have different meanings.
Greetings always compact.
By @midiagam
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