ˈSoliloquy

IV. A Day in my Life

It's awesome how a day in your life could be.

Its like a ball falling from nowhere and even before you know it, it has already found its way and landed to you. Giving you the kind of bump you never wanted to have.

Or maybe it can be describe as a scenario where you are just plainly walking on the streets then suddenly your eyes will be caught by a shining little circle thing- and you exclaimed to yourself; 'oh its a penny!'
So you hop into it and you picked it up thinking to yourself that you can just put it in your piggy bank.

It can also goes like when you are trying to fly a kite in the middle of the field under the abundant rays of the sun, and then abruptly a wind so strong goes over your kite and now its ruined. Then you'll just get over to it, because you know deep in yourself that you cannot control the wind nor you cannot command it. And yes maybe you might feel a little sad, but trust me-- it'll go away.

I will never get enough of thinking how would a day in my life could be.

Its blinding my inner core, drifting me to another world where many people would love to label it as an 'illusion'-- And oh, it can also make me dance and groove, sway and move my hips like im a superstar into a hollywood musical film.

And for the fun part, adding the reality that this 'day' will never repeat itself again. Not in the watch of science, nor with the story filled of history.

And maybe thats the secret why I'm still here-- breathing and filling my lungs with air, one day with purpose; the other day? I don't know, maybe I would pin the blame to my laziness for breathing without purpose but still I keep on breathing.

Maybe this is the reason why I still try to get up each day, say hello to my stuff toys, giving each of them a kiss on their forehead; standing on my feet to make a cup of coffee, toast any bread that has been left on the fridge for a couple of days, I know that sounds a little nasty but hey! Im hungry.

Maybe this is the reason why i still love staring at the moon and the stars even though sometimes they make me feel a little lonely, making me so jealous of them-- 'cause even though they can only be seen when the darkness took over the sky, they're not alone. They are multitude, that no one could ever count.

Maybe this is the reason why I still got through each day. The part of me that loves to think how a day in my life could be.

The part of me who never shuts the door for the opportunity that 'this day might not be the best, but maybe tomorrow will be'.

I know, it's a little bit overated but who cares? I love being this way and I will never ever stop thinking about this.

And the last thing on earth that I would want to regret is that-

I didn't had the chance to think about how a day in my life could be, just because I stopped living-

No arguments, end of discussion.

Iska