I had a good day today. A “can’t complain” kind of a day. I caught myself wishing all my days were like this. The longer I thought about it, though, the smaller my wish became.
I sat and wondered if I would have even noticed today’s goodness were it not for all the bad days I’ve had. And I doubted it very much.
Bad days suck, of course. Nobody wants one. But bad days teach, too.
They teach you how to have a good day.
“The deeper that sorrow carves into your being,Kahlil Gibran – “The Prophet”
the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potters oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirits the very wood that was hollowed with knives?”