It is, at times, not easy to describe a day. So many things happen in the course of a daily journey that, at the time, seem trivial, yet often the filter of personal history, that distant mirror of remembrance, proves otherwise. I often struggle with what to write in these pages, as I often wonder if any others ever will, or ever should, read them. Yet I feel compelled to write them, even if they are ultimately to be consigned to the ashes of waste and landfill. Perhaps in my dotage, I will turn back to these musings with fond memory and recollection.
Yet of this day? I worked, I fought battles, and with allies, appear to have won. I practiced being a better man, and I took another tentative step to enlightenment. Most importantly, I enjoyed another day with the ones I love the most.
Should I be so philosophical? Perhaps not. I am but a common man living in common, but trying times. One small tentative voice in the cacophony of global conversation. One more person who desires to make a mark, to leave a legacy, to be heard.
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