It is a rude awakening for me every morning. To know I am still alive. For what have I done yesterday to deserve another day, another chance?
Perhaps, it is not about deserving. It really only is about one thing. Living. And while we’re at it, we might as well make something of it.
I am not Nelson Mandela nor am I Barack Obama. While their decisions and actions effect some change in the physical world, I am burdened by my own mundane existence.
And we need to remember. To celebrate. Our selves.