A day repeated, over and over again...

Life is nothing but a day repeated over and over again x number of times.

What’s x? Well, it seems that we do not have an idea and in the absence of an accurate number, we tend to just ignore its value. It comes out be around 24,000 on average, give and take.

24000 repetitions only. Not infinite. Not indefinite.

In that case, what are we ready to sacrifice a day for?

Isn’t the struggle for happiness the struggle to have a better day worth repeating? What does that day look like? What are we doing that day? What are we not doing?

Can today be that day? Can tomorrow?