Twenty Three Thousand Days

I have been counting the days and nights, 23,427 so far, no two exactly the same just as no two snowflakes precisely duplicate a common design pattern. Having received over 23,000 days and nights to get my act together, this day, right now, culminating my entire story line about how I came to become here and now as we must have intended all along somehow. Each of those thousands of days invested in what cannot be purchased. Therapists call this investment in health. Mom called it love. Educators know it as deep listening integrity. Evangelists praise it as goodness. Artists and their Muses name it Beauty. Philosophers call it truth. Economists call it abundantly therapeutic wealth, what cannot be purchased but can never become over-invested. Through thousands of high purposed days and deep ecology drifting sifting nights no more ready for down payment than that first invested breath, 23,427 nights ago. Perhaps love would prefer I stop counting. Not counting the cost at least sounds like a more generous investment in life.