Flying during the normal day

No everyday is laced with apparent victories. Often the miracles are so ordinary that we forget to acknowledge and appreciate their existence. The sun always rises, the stars always sparkle, and we are breathing. Yet in the mad rush of life, those things are not always praised. We look past them in an effort to find bigger things. This is a tragedy.

Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are.
Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.

Mary Jean Irion