Every day.

Do I believe that every day could be the greatest day of my life?  I suppose that is the ultimate question we are faced with.  What do we do with that, and do we live our lives based on that one truth.  Even if it were just an academic drill, what would that say about us as people if we woke up every day and treated it as if its potential alone made it worth the adversity, the "price of admission?"
I think I've been trying to answer this question with a resounding "Yes!" all my life, but things always seemed to get in the way.  By my own hand or otherwise.  I've never met a person that couldn't screw up their own lives if left to their own devices for too long.  I never used to be influenced by what was going on around me, but lately I've fallen into this habit of wondering what the world will think before I act.  Perhaps I arrived here on a quest to avoid arrogance, but eventually it's just dishonest and misleading.  I count too many things I haven't done and haven't enjoyed as a result, and those become regrets.  We do this to ourselves.  No one chooses for us, we choose this path.  We are seduced by our gifts to the detriment of our choices.  We justify our choices with blame, a crutch I can no longer afford and never wanted in the first place.