I hadn't been particularly looking forward to tomorrow. I don't know
why; a general malaise, perhaps. It's hard to be cheery with a sore
throat and the knowledge that one has to get up early tomorrow morning
anyway. Then, reading through a small collection of letters from
Dominique, I came across this quote from one of his favorite authors
(whom I've also come to be quite fond of)—

“…it might be true that the sun rises regularly because he never gets
tired of rising. His routine might be due, not to a lifelessness,
but to a rush of life. The thing I mean can be seen, for instance,
in children, when they find some game or joke that they specially
enjoy. A child kicks his legs rhythmically through excess, not
absence, of life. Because children have abounding vitality,
because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want
things repeated and unchanged. They always say, ‘Do it again'; and
the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead.”

I should remember that. Each day is not a dreary routine; it is an
expression of joy. I don't do computer work because I _have_ to; I do
it because I can, and because it's tons of fun. Take, for example,
that Internet cabling thing. I need to keep in mind not my mom's face
as she's asking me to do it, but the clients' faces as convenient Net
access saves a shoot (or at least eases some of the tensions). I just
have to keep my users in mind; to think that what I do will matter.

Tomorrow is another day. Isn't that such a cool thing?

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