Staying Alive

Beautiful Day

“Isn’t it a beautiful day to be alive?” I remark to my friend Thoughtful Jim. It seems dreary summer weather in Britain has become the exception instead of the norm.

To which Jim replies, “Every day is a beautiful day to be alive.”

As usual, Thoughtful Jim’s made a good point.

If every day is indeed a beautiful day to be alive, why then do some days feel more like a rat race running off stale cheese than the time of our life?

We spend so much time rushing about, being busy, that we can’t stand still long enough to admire life’s beauty, let alone acknowledge it.

Instead of worrying what has been or what may come to pass, better that we pause long enough to smell the roses and enjoy the beauty which surrounds us.

Every day is a beautiful day to be alive.

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