Some days aren't yours at all..they come and go as if they're someone else's days.. They come and leave behind someone else's face.. And it's harsher than yours.
Today was one of those days. It wasn't a day for me. It was a day I was merely present it. A lost day. A day without any seeming purpose or anticipation. A day of confusion and reflection. It was as if the snowstorm of last night had ended, taking with it the wonder and grandeur of creation. All that was left was the melting slush on the sidewalk mirroring the melting within. Without the lost days, though, you don't find the path to the Light.
Recognizing the light is purpose. So I guess, ironically, lost days give you purpose, even though they leave you without a map.
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