No two days are alike, they say.
Every day is a new day.
Only to others when viewed
through their lens, not our own.
Yet, to each of us each day
seems like any other.
We rise. We feed.
We move. We sleep.
We may laugh. We may weep.
The sun rises, wanes, then sets.
Moon appears. Stars stride by.
Once again, sun will rise.
And yet, and yet…
doubt remains in expectation
of strangers to be met,
adventures to explore,
and insights to gain.
Conundrums stealthily reign.
Is each day anew?
Or, is each day the same?
Cannot both be true?
It is truly up to you.
annarino writes 