Three Hundred Sixty-One

Today is Sunday, the very last one anyone will experience during 2015. That, in and of itself, merits special attention. But so, too, does every day, if one considers the matter in context.  For example, every Monday is the very last Monday of each week. Every third Thursday is the only third Thursday of each month. And if you look at the month of July as a whole, you come to realize it is the only July in any given year. They’re all special. They all deserve reverence.

Well, the days may not deserve reverence, but the experiences with them most certainly do. To experience each day or each month or each third week of a month as unique is to recognize and celebrate the fleeting nature of our time on earth.

 

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"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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