Every day is 24 hours.

For everyone.

Every day is 1,440 minutes.

For everyone.

Every day is 86,400 seconds.

For everyone.

No one's mastered all 86,400 seconds.

Maybe someone has.

I don't know.

At least a few of my seconds won't be masterful.

A lot of my 86,400 are imperfect.

Perfectly imperfect.

When most of my seconds are perfectly imperfect, I learn to appreciate the subtleties of life.

The perfectly imperfect moments.

The moments that just are.

Those I spend just watching the clouds and thinking about life.

About body, mind, and soul.

About sharing some imperfect moments.

With someone I love.