These Days

Days

What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?

Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor
In their long coats
Running over the fields.


3 August 1953

From The Whitsun Weddings
© The Estate of Philip Larkin

I love that poem, I've probably posted it here before. I wonder if everyone asked themselves at the end of every day what they lived for that day if they would be honest with themselves & if they would be happy with their answer. As fast as time goes, it's easy to go through a day trying to get to the next day, like that John Lennon song goes, "life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans." I don't know what's worse, living for the wrong thing, or having nothing to live for at all. I heard a story on This American Life recently about a teenage kid who accidentally hit a girl riding a bicycle with his car. It wasn't his fault, but he had to go through life with the guilt of killing someone. The girls parents told the kid that whatever he did in life, he'd have to do it twice as good because we was living for two people now. What a responsibility, & what a weight. Jesus died on the cross for our sins, maybe we should ask ourselves what we're living for.

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Happy Friday, friends...

andrew