I got an SMS the other day; “20-10-2010 is such a unique date! I’m surprised there have been no forwards about this yet. Please forward!”
It got me thinking; isn’t every date unique? Isn’t every moment of every hour of every day unique? If I miss ten thirty on the morning of the 20th of October, 2010 it is never coming back for me. Never.
Then why do we jerk to the reality of the uniqueness of days only when they make a pretty numerological pattern? Why do we need to send SMS’s of such nature at all? NOTHING in life is NOT unique. Every moment, every breath, every heart beat, every blink of the eye and every tick of that wrist watch is a 100% unique.
So instead of celebrating those ‘unique’ dates that form an eye catching symmetry on our work planners or our notebook margins, let’s concentrate on celebrating each moment that we live. So that way, at the fag end of life, when the Books of Accounts get evaluated for us, there will be much more to them than just a few silly dates and forwarded SMS’s.
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