This is your life

When such days begin as this,
The mind flits to the night I slept and wonders,
What did I miss?
Alas,
Dreaming is where such stirring starts,
And waking,
Is the chance to act.
That life holds such splendor,
Such wonder,
As when the sun does rise.
It wakes,
As does the thought which stirs us on,
To travel deeper.
Into this endless song.
Look on in wonder,
At how far you've climbed,
At how far you've come,
And take heart,
That living life is art.
And life,
Life is a canvas you can't live over.
So make it,
As you want,
Make it,
As you might.
Either way,
Paint your steps with the breath you've got,
And live this canvas,
This canvas,
That is your life.