Living deliberately

I caught myself today before the day began in earnest. I woke up prepared to live as usual, in that old cobweb that sees all time as neutral time.I was going to shuffle over to the kitchen and thrum idly through a dated magazine and glance up at the calendar with a yawn to see if there was anything penciled in there that I had to do. I was going to make it from breakfast to lunch somehow, and then from lunch to dinner. I was going to nurse low expectations.Then I saw what I was doing and shook a little green dust off myself and said that God is on the move, and that today is a different day from yesterday. I decided to live deliberately:

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life,…and not, when I came to die, to discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life,…to rout all that was not life,…to reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it….; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and to be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion. (Walden, Henry David Thoreau)

March 11,2008, will never come again in all of history.