The daily and weekly grind. Life's chores and duties. That is not life, that is just living. Life is the soccer we play, the pickup games we squeeze along the way.
We went back to soccer at UCSD last Friday, pickup games with Gabriel and other students.
After more than 2 hours an imminent face-off between dusk and the right leg cramping. Man vs. Cosmos, an unfair fight for sure. Cosmos wins. Except for soccer, for I can play through pain, but the sun will not stop going down. Or hasn't since the biblical days of Joshua.
Asking how's life risks getting a polite and ambiguous reply. Our calves don't lie and will show the answer.