for the love of life

Life brings about myriad possibilities.

It amazes me how a day can sometimes stretch on and on and we fit in an unbelievable amount into it... every hour, every minute, every second goes on as we confortably taste every bit.

Then sometimes we wake up and blink and the day vanishes. Just like that. We have nothing to recall, nothing to account for.

I have gone through more than half my life. Whatever is left is flitting by as I watch. Is this the way it is supposed to be...? Or is there another way...?