There are times when my life is lived almost

as though it were an involuntary function –

more or less like breathing.

It becomes too familiar – a vague sameness sets in

rendering one day indistinguishable from the next –

happening rather than unfolding.

Occasionally, I think about death –

not in a sad, empty sort of way –

but in a way where I am able to smile, at

least inwardly, knowing I lived my life with little regret.

My “job” then, should be to make life sparkle –

to avoid the would have/could have disappointments

that so often accumulate over time…

to live, because I am alive!