May 3, 2003
A day is a day. You look on your calendar
and every day seems the same as the next. I wake up today and there's no difference
from the day before. You look on your calendar , today the day, today is your
day... but every day is the same as the next... Is it the one day that we
can feel selfish and reflect on our own greatness and be the center of our
own parade. Is it the one day that we feel sorry for ourselves because age
has penetrated our youth and transformed us from the young to the old. Is
it the one day that we just hide in our beds and pretend to sleep through
it. No more bouncing castle, video game, ball rooms, ice cream cakes, yelling,
laughing, singing, crying, wishing... Just a day... same as the next.