A gratitude
Time is an ironic boss. It passes.
It moves so slowly that it’s as if someone forgot to release the break.
At the same time (or by the same token), it rushes past us in a blur.
In those instances (in those moments), we are caught off guard by the whirlwind. We sometimes forget exactly what happened.
We’ve lost focus of the good times and can’t hold on to them.
We may have a vague sense of their importance, just as we have a sense of how trivial some of the bad times are.
Good times are in the timing.
We can frame them (as keepsakes and in remembrance).
We can find them even when the slow passages wear us down.
I will not wax specific here.
I will let you find your own best-of-the-day.
this is our life 