It started as kind of a
joke.
I was bored one day and decided to count how many days I have
been alive.
Then came my sadness.
A deep sadness that wanted to envelop me and take me down with
it.
But I looked up and noticed how many days I have survived on this
great earth.
Just a simple number, but it got me through.
Today is day 6000 for me.
I have never been more proud of myself.
I have lived 6000 days, and I can always make it to one more.
I remind myself of this everyday.
6000 days
Great job, me. I knew I could do it.
Tomorrow's 6001. But for everyone else it's just another
day.
I'm looking forward to
it.