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I think they're both just part of a larger set of colloquialisms we use to remind ourselves to not sweat the small stuff, to realize that which does not kill you makes you stronger, that where there's life, there's hope (that one always made me laugh.)
We tell ourselves there's always tomorrow, the sun will come out tomorrow, and tomorrow is another day. So are Tuesday and Wednesday. But frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.
I'm off to face the world with my eternal optimism, wearing my rose-colored glasses, to boldly go where no man has gone before...not since yesterday, to stop and smell the roses that would, by any other name, still smell as sweet.
It's all in a day's work, and at the end of the day (I REALLY wish people would stop using that one), everything's coming up roses.
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