Calendars

If I was to live in a calendar what day would I choose to live?  I mean truly soak up what it is that I'm here for.  So that every part, nook and cranny, is filled to the brim with life.  So much so that a single smile could change an individual and the world at large.  It could be done.  No magic nor spell, just be-ing all that "me" is made to be.  This is unmistakably off the beaten path being such an individualist in so many respects.  But really... What if?  What if all of the days spilled into one; no longer allotting time to mark decisions or points of beginning or end.  Would I  rather  be so immersed in what is or what should be?  Hmmm.  Something that can be considered, refuted, accepted, or placed aside to be dealt with at a later point of convenience.  I'm keeping it tight under my arm.  Running wild with untamed curiosity.  Lending a hand to an enemy and wishing my feet would never regain contact with what I once considered the ground.  New soil.  Fingers intertwine with the richest soil. It bleeds into my skin.  Enriching the soul and spawning growth from the inside out.  I cant imagine what will become of this-- it already is. And so it is.   All is splendid, nothing is.  Yet here "I" am .  Calendar marked, "Day I choose to live".