You start tomorrow today. Today you set up tomorrow. How do you treat today? How do you welcome it? As you serve it, you will be served.

Serve with splendor, and you will have a splendid day.

Treat your days with respect.

Days don't hassle you. You hassle them.

You wrest them as though they were something to fend off.

Look forward toward today, and set the tone for tomorrow. Tomorrow is an extension of today. It is like you pull tomorrow after you.

Today is the day you write on, and it is printed tomorrow.

You try to determine your future and the future of everything. There is enough for you to do with right now without that. You are always saying how much you have to do, and yet you take on the future. You carry it with you like a dark cloak that weighs heavily on you or like a hovering black vulture that pursues you.

You can take days off, yet you can't skip a day. For the present, there is no break from daily life. You can stay in bed. You can go into the forest. You can go on vacation, and yet each day comes and gets you. A day has great determination and constancy. No matter how you feel, no matter what you say or do, a day comes for you every time. Days are on tap, beloveds. Some may go fast, some slow, yet they always arrive for you to play in. All the days mean to be of service to you. They mean to wake you up in the morning and put you to bed at night.