Everyday

Usually, every day is a struggle for life. When you fight and you win (and sometimes lose), and go to bed with the warm feeling of a day well spent, of a day well lived. Usually.

I would have to say that of late, the "usuality" (this word doesn't exist, I know) of life has almost left me in peace. It's strange, yet I love every bit of the unusual bits that happen to me.

It does not mean that I have a life less lived, no sir. All it means is that lately, my life has shaken and stirred me, and woken me up from a slumber. 

My life, it has finally arrived.