With most of the days behind me, I can always ask: what kind of day was it? Was it a masterpiece? More often than not, I wake up each day overwhelmed with so many things in mind, so many tasks to be done, at home, at work, thinking that I have all the time in the world to do what I want. But sometimes I end up missing out something that maybe if only I did my best, it could have been my life’s best opportunity, a masterpiece. But now I realize that my life’s masterpiece starts with my willingness to do even the very small things – but to do them today with all my best. I believe that each day completes my entire life. I wonder what would happen if I think that each morning when I wake up, I was “born” and each night when I go to bed, I “die”. And that I would say I only have each day to give my best to create my masterpiece.