ONE HUNDRED seventeen DAYS

117 Days. Maybe you counted them, maybe you didn’t. But if you tried to look back, you’d realize that exactly that many days held something worth it. A trip that stretched longer than expected. A project that completely absorbed you. A period when you were finally doing what you love.

Each colored square is one day. No two are the same, just like those real days. One goes according to plan, another arrives unexpectedly, and the next takes a completely different direction. And then there are five that play an entirely different role. They rise slightly above the others, create their own space, and effortlessly draw attention—like a person in a room who speaks and everyone listens.

Up close, you see details and surprising color combinations. Between the squares, lines appear with an irregular, textured surface. Sometimes they act as boundaries between days, and other times they quietly connect them into one whole, as if to say: these two days simply belonged together, even if you didn’t know it at the time. And somewhere, a line simply frames a day so it stands out like a photograph in an album you decide to place in a frame.

From a distance, you see how all those different days fit together like a puzzle no one planned, yet it fits perfectly. The texture of each field can literally be touched, because good days deserve to be tangible, not just remembered.
And somewhere in the middle, there is one day that was the best of all. Everyone sees it in a different place. Everyone knows which one it was.

What about you? How many good days have you counted lately?

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