Have you lived the day?

A day smiles; a day cries. A day can be a beach carnival or a requiem in a grave. Amen. Someone is born. Someone is dead. A day is the whisper you hear in your ears, a flicker you see before your eyes until you don’t; a day is a breath you can’t hold dear. You can’t define your day, but you can certainly live up to. Live being you as far as you can, if there is a tomorrow you can say – Yesterday I lived the day!
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