My Opinion Over Yours

Few days are actually capable of passing without distinction, but most of the time we gloss over the details of our own lives and resort to going through the motions. Today could be one of those days for you.

Today I’ve been thinking about how much time is wasted while waiting for something momentous to happen; as if there’s a need for a milestone to know where one is at in life. The conclusion I keep running into is that it is up to me to consciously try and make each day matter, if only for my own happiness (or perhaps sanity). I don’t feel like writing much so I’ll leave you with the lyrics to “Another Day” by Wings, in hopes that it isn’t just another day for you.

Every day she takes a morning bath she wets her hair,
Wraps a towel around her
As she’s heading for the bedroom chair,
It’s just another day.
Slipping into stockings,
Stepping into shoes,
Dipping in the pocket of her raincoat.
Ah, it’s just another day.

At the office where the papers grow she takes a break,
Drinks another coffee
And she finds it hard to stay awake,

It’s just another day. du du du du du
It’s just another day. du du du du du
It’s just another day.

Ay
So sad, so sad,
Sometimes she feels so sad.
Alone in her apartment she’d dwell,
Till the man of her dreams comes to break the spell.

Ah, stay, don’t stand around
And he comes and he stays
But he leaves the next day,
So sad.
Sometimes she feels so sad.

As she posts another letter to the sound of five,
People gather ’round her
And she finds it hard to stay alive,

It’s just another day. du du du du du
It’s just another day. du du du du du
It’s just another day.

Ay
So sad, so sad,
Sometimes she feels so sad.
Alone in her apartment she’d dwell,
Till the man of her dreams comes to break the spell.

Ah, stay, don’t stand around
And he comes and he stays
But he leaves the next day,
So sad.
Sometimes she feels so sad.

Every day she takes a morning bath she wets her hair,
Wraps a towel around her
As she’s heading for the bedroom chair,
It’s just another day.

Slipping into stockings,
Stepping into shoes,
Dipping in the pockets of her raincoat.

Ah, it’s just another day. du du du du du
It’s just another day. du du du du du
It’s just another day.

Tomorrow I’ll try to write my much anticipated advice piece titled: “How To Lose Your Friends.” Unfortunately the follow-up segment titled “How To Be Happy & Alone At The Same Time,” is still in the works.


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