An Ode To Ordinary Days

I did nothing today

But nothing could have been anything.

I did the dishes today

And finally swept the dust beneath my bed.

I bought oranges today

And apples, as well as mangoes and bananas.

I read a book

Then, took a nap.

I woke up hungry

So I rummaged the fridge for leftovers.

In life, there is often so much to do

And so little time.

There is a lot to learn

Although, we can never know everything.

But, on those forgettable, fleeting days

When life seems to slow down a bit...

I suddenly feel the rush to do everything.

Everything, and nothing at all.

One ordinary day becomes a memory after it passes. But memories are a special thing to have.

So, perhaps, ordinary days are extraordinary

In many unseen and incredible ways.