Is Today Better?

Is Today Better?
Today is certainly a lot different from any other day. It is certainly of a brighter hue and colour. The sun seems to have risen from a different corner of the world. I wish this could be said of each and every day in my life, but if this repeats itself every single day, the excitement that is accompanied with the dawn of today, the typical shade of colour everything around me seems to have  assumed today shall not be here. The entire world around me seems to have acquired a  wonderful and new contour if only by virtue of being here for the first time.



I want to appreciate this novelty in my life, and somehow, I know the same novelty and freshness cannot be present in my world every single day. It would lose its freshness if the same phenomenon were repeated every single day, or even if it were a part of my world every other day. For my world to retain a bright and exciting colour every time it begins itself, it must make a fresh beginning every time it unfurls itself. There is absolutely no manner in which this can be achieved. I didn’t have any control over how the last day ended, I could never have done anything about it, nor can I do anything about the new day that is before me now. The only positive part of this is that there is no relationship between these two.



Every single day in my life is to begin with a roar. A bugle is to be announce all that is to be found in a new day,  and it is going to be quite a loud one. its very thought makes me feel insecure. It throttles down all confidence  I have. I’m not sure if I have all  arsenal required to fight all intricacies a new future is going to bring with itself. All said and done, there are to be   several hopes and aspirations that are going to be a part of the picture.



I also know that not all my hopes and aspirations are going to come true. Not all dreams I saw while I closed my eyes are going to be true when I open my eyes. Several are going to bite the dust, while several are going to fade into the ether as soon as the sun makes its presence felt. All this does pull down some excitement there was within me when I thought of a new day and all that it would bring into my life.









Practically, there is nothing new in any day, but what makes it appear new and different is there is a typical freshness in chirping of birds, the number of clouds covering the heavens above me, and the time the sun rises from dormancy. The air seems to be full of  a typical freshness. There are new leaves on trees.



All said and done, the rising sun steals many hopes, aspirations and dreams I held within my eyes while they were closed. The theft does make some significant alterations within me everyday. Several new values are to be found within me by virtue of an act of some miscreants. If  this can be called a novelty, a new day certainly brings this novelty in my life whenever my clock completes its daily circuit. I badly wish I could do something about this.



If this is how today is going to define itself before me, I don’t think I shall like it to be here. I wish I could bury myself in my past.