365 The days roll by Even if you're not having fun time seems to fly. Some days full of laughter Some make you wanna cry. You merrily say hello. You wearily utter goodbye. Days turn into weeks as you celebrate each holiday each annual festival brings new memories Dusting off yesteryears decay. Weeks turn into months Seasons change, another spring. New blossoms to admire New melodies to sing. Is your cup half empty, or half full? Can you see the positive through the tears? Hard to see clearly when you're sobbing, drenched in life's worries and fears. Life can be treacherously unfair, unbearable, and a mindboggling game. But if you don't even try to change the strategy, ultimately, who do you have to blame? If the grim reaper were to take you today, would you be happy with the number of days seized, or would you rue every missed opportunity knowing your deepest desires weren't appeased. You may have 365 more days, You may have 1. How are you livin your life?