
29/05/2025
IN DEFENCE OF THE UNREMARKABLE DAYS ..Not everyday has to be a good day
We were taught to make each day count,because life is short and time is precious and all those phrases that sound meaningful until you realize they're just stress dressed up as wisdom. We act like we can outsmart regret if we just optimize our schedules enough. But all that pursuit really does is make rest feel like laziness and stillness feel like missed opportunity.But the truth-the annoying, unavoidable truth-is that most days are just days. They come and go without ceremony. They show up, they ask nothing special of you, and they disappear quietly into the folder labeled Miscellaneous Life.
The Bad Days
There are bad days that announce themselves early-a text you didn't want to wake up to,a meeting you forgot you had, or one of those mornings where you catch your reflection and think, Interesting. I appear to be aging exclusively in my neck.Bad days are the foundation. They're the part no one sees-the part buried underground.They hold the weight of everything above them-unspectacular, unseen, unavoidable. They dig into you,carve out space you didn't ask for,make you heavier than you were before.But without them,there's nothing stable to build on
The Unremarkable Days
Most days are unremarkable, which feels like an oversight, considering how much effort it takes to get through them.You wake up, vaguely tired,vaguely fine.You make coffee.Answer an email.Open the fridge.Close the fridge. Open it again,as if something new might have materialized in the last 12seconds. You send another email, convince yourself you should be drinking more water,and for some reason, decide to check your credit score Nothing is particularly wrong, but you're also not thriving.You're just...here.
The Good Days
Not every day has to be a good day.But every once in a while,you get one-and it's the window.The view. The moment you finally see out of the life you've been building from the inside. Not because the bad days redeemed themselves, or the unremarkable days suddenly mattered more. But because together-the foundation,the scaffolding, the cracks and the light-they maa space for this.The good days don't arr