This morning I was wondering how it would be if I didn't live life on a weekly schedule. If the day, the month or even the year stopped mattering. If my age, my past, my future didn't matter. If I could view every day as a new opportunity to do the things I want to do, not the things I do as part of a routine.

To view each day as a standalone unit with endless possibilities. To stop mulling over what could have been, or what will be and instead savor the now. To stop being caught up in the mundane. To remembering how far I have come and how much I wanted to be here. To doing something that makes this day matter in the endless blur of the days of my life.

I have wondered how it would be if the past could be changed. If I could go back in time and undo or redo some events. But I realize that doing so would constantly make me go back and forth between now and then. The ability to live in a uni directional manner is something I am grateful for. Else life would be spent changing the past with little time left for the future.