There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by.
We are here on the planet once only, and might as well get a feel for the place.
If we were to judge nature by common sense or likelihood, we wouldn't believe the world existed.
I have never read any theologian who claims God is particularly interested in religion.
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.
Spend the afternoon. You can't take it with you.
I'm off now to spend the morning, the afternoon and, I hope, the evening too, wisely and fruitfully. Or will they just slip away mindlessly, unsensationally, without anything very much being "achieved", as they often do?