“Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.”
It’s true you can’t take it with you.
We get one day at a time and we can’t live it more than once.
Still, I am not a person that overly thinks about time and how I spend it.
Some days are very productive in that I do a lot;
go to work, shop, cook, clean, write, crochet, you know, stuff.
Then there are days I do very little;
walk, sit, play with the boys, visit with friends, read, daydream, nap.
Those “very little” days are just as important to me as the productive days.
Maybe they are more important.
Maybe the little days are put in a sort of savings account.
Then when you need comfort and strengthening during difficult times
you can go to the vault and pull out some of those little days
and spend some of it in thoughtful recollection and reflection.
Yes, I think the little days are in our memory banks collecting interest
making us happily wealthy in life’s stocks and bonds.
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