I was watching a video last night, and it shocked me: we go to sleep with the assurance that we’re going to wake up the next day.
That is how we go on life, making plans for the time to come. But no one is sure. Just when writing, a very close relative and two close friends from school are going through an illness that might end with their lives soon.
Is it something to worry about? We shouldn’t. As it is written in Mathew: “Each day has enough trouble of its own“.
So, today I woke up, stretched, and thanked for the new day. Got ready, and there I was, on my bicycle, looking at a wonderful sky. After 25 km, the day looks different.