Let this day be beautiful. Let it be a beautiful day for all you meet. Let it be a beautiful day for all who are in your thoughts. Let it be a beautiful day for the sake of the day itself. Let it be a beautiful day when you are in a throng or in a closet. Is the beauty of the day so dependent upon what occurs to you?
Let the day be what it is, an unknown treasure before you.
Let the day shine in all its glory. The day is a field for you to enjoy. It is the field you romp in today.
You have freedom within this day. Do not suborn it. Let it be the day it is. It is like no other. Let the sun shine as it will. Bright light or downcast, the sun shines. Why not you?
The day is not a ravine to cross. It is a field. Despite what you may think, this field is not set with mines. This is a field like one from your childhood. It is one to amble through and play in.
Love this day as it comes to you. It revolves itself to you every single day, without fail, a day coming to you reliably, just so you may play in it.
Why be somber? Why be glum? Despite yourself, can you not be happy in this day?
You set the tone for this day.
You are the harbinger of this day.
You are the robin who sings an early morning song, enjoining the world to wake up to the day and to wrest joy from it. You are the church carillon, ringing to announce the goodness of the day, this day, fresh from Heaven, this day that awaits you, this day that is already at your service.
This day holds treasures for you. Some will be obvious, and some you will have to discern. Some will be disguised, but you are far-seeing now, and you can see through disguises. You can do nothing else.
Consider that this day which is set before you and which is undeniably yours — consider that it is only yours for twenty-four hours, and it is only yours to give to others. You give it generously. You sprinkle it like apple blossoms for all who walk along your path or who meet you on it. Yes, this is the day you strew for others.
Today is like a note you pass to others. They think you are the thermometer of the day. You announce what kind of a day it is. You have to tell the truth. This is not a day like any other. This is its own day, unique to itself. Eternally the tone of the day is beauty. The tone of the day is joy. The tone of the day is love. These it shares with all other days. But those whom you meet will look to you to tell them what kind of day this is. You do not have to speak for them to hear you. As they see you coming, they can tell what kind of day it is. You are the precursor of this day. Will you not make it lovely? Will you not give it a golden hue?
Today is the only day you have today to walk through life. Skip along. Whistle a merry tune. You are the announcer of the world today.