It’s a cool night. A slight breeze creeps through the darkness, thin clouds hide the stars; finally it is quiet. It sounds cliché but it is the perfect end to a perfect day.
There are two ways to see a day as perfect and, naturally, two ways to see its end. You can wake up and think that something must happen to make your day perfect, or you can wake up and already see your day as perfect just because, well, it is.
The same goes with the end you can go to sleep dreading that you have to wake up tomorrow just to have another unsuccessful day. You could also go to sleep excited, because tomorrow you get to wake up and live one more perfect day.
The choice is yours; tomorrow is coming no matter how you chose to look at it.
“I am losing precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world of men. I must break away and get out into the mountains to learn the news.”