Somewhere on my internet travels, I came across this poem. Wish I knew where, but I can at least credit the poem to Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Wirte it on your heart
that every day is the best day of the year.
He is rich who owns the day,
and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.
Words from long ago to think about, my friends.
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