A Different Day

As for this website, yesterday was day one and today is day two. Roughly, this is twenty-four hours and naught has changed. When we say it is all the same we leave out the lives of millions of human beings. At least, this is the way I see it. When all is reasonably good we live day to day. When life is reasonably awful we live hand to mouth. Are we spoiled?

Taking what we have for granted is a luxury only civilized countries are allowed. If one is a member of a tribe the “hand to mouth” aspect of life comes in unless the tribe is old, established, and has fought for, and won, their own territory. Usually, that territory is rich in game for hunting and sustenance and the loser ends up with slim pickings. We just go to the store and replenish what we want. There is not a lot of ice cream or really good vodka in tribal lands.

So, this is day two of this website and each morning I arise I am shocked that I still am alive. Combat could easily have taken my life and I never forget it. For that matter, living could have taken my life more times than I can count but good fortune meant that I ended up with only a screwed up back and a broken leg long ago. I don’t complain because I know I will be able to take my next breath. Breath is an important part of writing because without it I doubt that I could do this. One breath at a time is one way to look at life. If, that is, you appreciate just being alive and I very much do.

From this day it is upward and onward for me until the meter runs out. No, I am not dealing in self pity or some sad morass of longing to be young again. I just got to that stage of life when wounds are healed and foolishness has departed. You?

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