Today is just a day to me. Today might mean something much more special to you.* That’s how life works. We go through the motions of ordinary days and we don’t think much else about the day. At the same time we’re having an ordinary day though, someone else’s life could be spiraling out of control, or they could be having the time of their lives. Day’s are only special to the individual when it has a meaning behind it, so everyday can’t be special, right? I mean, everyday can’t be special for every single person. If it was all special, then there’d be nothing special, and ever day would just be another day.
Honestly, that’s how it is right now. To me, today is just some day, but I have no idea what’s going on elsewhere in the world, or if it’s my neighbors birthday, ** or whether or not a tornado just struck down somewhere (which I hope not). Really, I don’t know where I was going with this, but I guess what I’m trying to say is that every single day has meaning. Sure, today just might be another day for you to trudge through, and today might be the best– or worst– day of your life. What today is might not be the same for someone else. Whether it be for better or for worse.
Until tomorrow, or next time, whichever comes first.
* Happy birthday, anniversary, local holiday. Congratulations on your achievements, I’m glad you’re having a very good day. If today isn’t the best day, then tomorrow may be a better day. Today could be your best day, or today could be your worst day, but today is, as all days are, just another day.
** Some of you probably know all of your neighbors. Myself? None. This is city life, or at least mine.