Most days are “fine”, “good”, “okay”, “busy.” Overall, they are ordinary.
Because the grind is real. Day in and day out with ordinary tasks, some more urgent than others.
Yet with time, we often look back at the struggle with rose-colored glasses and with fondness. We look forward with optimism that our position will improve.
The question I have is, why can’t we look at the now with such confidence? Is being too tired and too busy too draining for us to be hopeful?
The outlook on the world is merely a choice.