I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?

– Zhuang Zi

each day is like a lifetime. it starts when we wake, seemingly out of nowhere pulled into a space and time of light and noise. a handful of possibilities await us as we splash water on our face and begin with us or the day running us. we tend to be optimistic and find our energy while our mood settles on a station and we lay out a plan of what to do and where to go. a few hours of morning time will set us out on our first task, our destinations and our goals, we calibrate ourselves on achievable objectives, we have traveled far from our earliest awareness hours earlier.

in the middle we mellow and meander, eat and become weary of it all. the sun sits high, our energy has leveled off and a nap comes to mind. not so eager to seize the day our mid-day represents a turning point in it all. we have set about on our day, our task are either done or set in motion. it is hard for a turnabout but it is not too late. afternoon awaits and there is still a chance at redemption a chance of fulfilment. we tend to lose much ambition at this time, but the lull gives us a chance to ponder the day, the wisdom to see where it is going and enough time to perhaps steer it on another course.

towards twilight we tend to relax. a final meal before we settle in or perhaps one last hoorah in the town. the show is over, you can look back at it all but wherever you were going to get to, get done or achieve is either over or awaiting you tomorrow. in the next day, the next life, over and over again until no more. waves and circles one ventures on, chasing objects and objectives seemingly plucked from thin air. over and over for each and everyone of us.