Life, Just a day away

I wake in anticipation of the day that awaits me like an unopened gift
My arm reaches past the alarm clock to turn on the computer, hey priorities 
must be met and this connection to my world is a biggie and paramount to 
the daily direction
Checking my mail is always a treat, never knowing what fun lies in wait 
beyond the next screen left by my few dear friends who keep me in stitches 
most days
Caught up for the moment I start my list of things to do now, today or soon
That is the one area of my day I dread those stray items on the list that 
make it to the eventual to do pile that grows sadly larger as the months pass
It's not that they aren't as important or as needy, but I find that time is a 
cruel taskmaster and time lost can never be reclaimed or held on to
I'm down to 4-5 hrs sleep as it is to give my attention to the joys and pains 
of life
Picasso called sleep a little slice of death, but if that's true I'd still 
risk it for a chance to dream and through dreaming be inspired further
Yes for aren't we all just a projection of our dreams?
Oh I'm not saying that all our dreams are obtainable or even possible but 
it's through our dreams we are defined and shaped
I have to take pleasure in the small joys the day offers
Be it the beauty of the sun rising through the morning mists, the laughter of 
a small child over the least little thing or in the arms of a loved one 
sharing a quiet moment
I store these joys close to my heart capturing some on tape and in print but 
mostly cherishing them close to warm my soul against the pains life also 
offers freely
Of the pains in life I will not define for we all know them personally and 
need no more reminders but to say I smooth most over with the joyous and 
beautiful
Yes I admit to wearing the rose colored glasses upon occasion but truly you 
should see the view once and a while from behind them
I try to take the time out in the day to bring small joys to others I 
interact with, they don't have to be friend or neighbor, a complete stranger 
will do as well
For it truly is the bringing of the joy that gives it any meaning not the 
recipient of
My world relates heavily on these spirals of joy radiating out from these 
souls
But random acts of kindness are small joys in comparison to the true joy of 
planning small treats for friends, gifts for the giving not for any reason but 
to see the smile
My eye is always on the lookout for the odd or the perfect item for people I 
have come to know and love 
While this is not the thing in life that drives me but it does give me that 
little extra push in the right direction 
So these are some of the things that move me through my days most mundane but 
still with a small pinch of the magic of life we all share even if we don't 
know it
Too quickly this day has past and as I look back on it I can only hope to 
have made some small difference in another's life be they friend or stranger 
My eyes ache to close but I fight it long enough to attack the computer one 
last time for the night tying up loose ends and again reaching out to friends 
key strokes away
So I end this night with a firmer grip on my life, a calmer soul and a 
hopeful thought that I have made a difference somewhere, somehow
Small differences are still differences made and shared, won't you join me in 
my next trip through life's travels