A day in my life.

Every day we wake up and have to do this thing called "live'. It's a strange word if you think about it. Our system is doing the most simplest of tasks, and that's simply exist. We shake the sleep out of our heads and go on with our day. Seems programatic doesn't it? We breathe without thinking about it at all. We move in directions effortlessly, not even thinking about what we are doing. Then there's the time when a Doctor tells us we have problems, and all of a sudden we struggle to do the very tasks that were once done with no effort at all. It's called getting old. It's strange that the more experience we have with living becomes labored and sometimes exhausting. Its the only thing that we struggle with the longer we endure it. Pretty strange huh. The more someone plays a sport, or dies a task or works a trade, they get better as time passes. But with simply existing gets harder and exhausting as each day passes. It's a true mystery.