Some days are good days.
I like those days, they feel happy and light, they make the whole living process seem simple.
As much as I love having a good day, of course I have a load of bad days.
I mean horrible, dreadful, sad fucking days.
Yet now I realize that bad days aren’t the hard days.
It’s the good days that are hard.
Sure, it’s easy to let every bad event make you mad, to feel like the world is against you is easier than saying
No world, today is not your day.
But it’s not easy to wake up every day and say
to whoever is or is not listening
Okay day, I’m gonna kick your ass.
Because there is a lot that can happen in a day, and instead of being free spirited, and open to anything, we try to hide ourselves in this indestructible box, with the idea that nothing bad can happen to us.
Unfortunately, we were not made with the option of being invincible, or free of hurt, pain, destruction. We were made for just the opposite.
We feel to live
We live to die
But since we’re here we might as well wake up every day
just to say
Today is for me.