No change.
I usually have several things on or that get done each day. Each day has whatever purpose we ascribe to it. We decide. we choose. No one else. We are all responsible for our own lives regardless of circumstance or context. Each day we rise with plans for moving ahead, moving forward, moving upward.
There are many people who just drift, who are disorganized, who do not make the most of each day, acting like they will live forever and that the world will be here tomorrow. About them, I feel the seconds and minutes tick by pointlessly, the hours and days slipping by to no great end or larger meaning. How do they make and define their lives? For who or what would they be willing to sacrifice or die for?
