Changing of days

Some days I wake into a world I’m very sure was different from when I went to sleep. It sometimes seems bright and full of ambition, with opportunities waiting at every corner, obstacles melt away in the sweltering sun and life and everything in it makes sense. With every breath the possibilities just keep growing, you can see the smile on peoples faces as everything falls into place, happiness at that time seems like a norm. Like life has always been this breezy and you can clearly see you hopes fulfilled and your dreams come through. You feel like you are looking directly into your future and all you hope to achieve is lined up very neatly in a row like dominos right up to your final goal and your ultimate peace. You go to sleep with a smile that day knowing the world is on your side and happiness is not just a word in the dictionary, it is a feeling that can actually be attained. As you drift to sleep your final thoughts are that of bunnies running around on a field while the birds sing and you finally fall unconscious with sleep at the sound of a flowing stream, as you look forward to having the same day tomorrow.

Slowly you become conscious again, waking up from your sleep, you come to terms with what you are feeling, then the confusion sets in cause its so different from what you where feeling when you last closed your eyes. What could have possibly changed? What in the time you where floating in the realm of sleep could have possibly have made such an impact to your zen feeling of yesterday. How could things look so completely different from when you last looked at it, like some quick handed thief snatched your beautiful outlook on life? Now it all seems so dreary, the sky is thick with clouds, you can not seem to catch your breath and no matter how hard you try, you can’t shake the feeling there is yet more gloom waiting around the corner. So you go on and right there, right there is the displeasure, the sea of disappointed faces, their dissatisfaction is plain for all to see, then you might as well be looking in a mirror, cause their face describes just what you are feeling.

Like sheep you go along with it all, you buy the too expensive coffee from the overbearing franchise, you find yourself running; in your head you are running to catch up with your dreams as they slowly float away. The world doesn’t seem so happy anymore, babies are crying, mothers are screaming, phones ringing loudly, cars roaring your peace shattered. Even with your eyes closed and you wishing hard you can’t see it, you try again an that’s when you notice the first of your domino of goals lining up to your future achievements tip over and so starts the crashing of everything you saw so clearly yesterday. Before you know it the day’s gone and night comes bringing with it an discontented day and what looks to be a night of disturbed sleep, so as you close your eyes again you pray whatever power sleep holds in changing your outlook on life that it works in your favour tomorrow.

Often times I’ve wondered what makes good days and bad days. I try replicating what I do on my good days and do them on my bad ones as well. If it works it another topic entirely, One can always hope that the next day is better and the more days we have the higher the chance of having more good ones. I suppose that’s why tomorrow is always something to look forward to it holds my possibilities.