Some days are days full of sharp edges and sudden dips, interrupted flow and disjointed thoughts. Days where oneβs mind cannot settle to the task at hand, when one is in danger of capsizing ones boat, so to speak.
Some days life rushes turbulently from one moment to the next; a glimpse of rough water ahead with no time to prepare, ones boat tossed from one bank to the next with but a second or two to set the safety lines before it is once more thrust out into the rapids that we call life.
Some days; rare days; life drifts easily from one moment to the next: whole swathes of time simply passing by, one moment flowing seamlessly into the next. Precious days when ones boat steers true and obstacles are few. When one has an opportunity to trail ones hand in the water and listen to thoughts long gone unheard; to smile and know that all is well.
Which day is today? For you, which day is today?
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