often, nothing insanely huge happens in a day, just lots of little things… different lines and squiggles which become the picture of your day.
but sometimes you have a day where you appreciate the squiggles more-where ordinary things seem extraordinary and the good things around you seem truly great.
and where the topic discussed in lectures inspires you to work even harder.
a day where you can say as john dryden did:
“happy the man and happy he alone, he who can call today his own. He who secure within can say: tomorrow do thy worst for i have lived today”