There is only one day like today. There may be infinite days as seen in world time, and, even so, there will never be another day like today. Not the day itself nor your day within the day. There is not one person, not even one twin, identical to another. Furthermore, in every person, there is change whether you see it or not. Change is perpetual in the world. Change is inevitable. No two days are alike, no two people are alike, and no two days or two people stay exactly the same. Anyway, there is no real purpose in tracking the ways in which days and people stay the same nor is there value in tracking the ways days and people are different.
There are zillions of expressions of what a particular day in time and space is like. For one person, it is the happiest day of his life. For another, it’s the worst day. For someone else it was okay. On the same day, someone met his true love, and someone else lost his true love, and yet the day is just doing its thing, just there as a background, seemingly an obstacle to one, and to another, a benefactor. The days are innocent, beloved. And when you come down to it, so are you innocent, the seeming innocent bystander who relishes the day or rues it and finds it what he finds it.
There is your perception that you are life’s captive, yet you have everything to do with your life. Is the life you experience merely an opinion you have along the way as you walk across one day to another? This idea of your life being your opinion is worth pondering. We already know how your opinions may change right before your eyes.