Maybe I have something to say

This day is so special, yet it's just like any other day.

But if it's special just because it comes only once in four years, then it's probably the same sort of superficial special that I treat some things like. What does it mean, for something to be special just because it's rarer? I'm not sure if that's how the definition of special goes.

Besides, in that case, shouldn't everything, every moment be special? After all, every moment occurs only once. Yesterday should be special because yesterday isn't going to occur ever again. (Unless, of course, you're being funny and referring to today as tomorrow's yesterday, so yesterdays get chances to occur all the time.) But what I mean is, 13th August 2007 isn't going to occur ever again. It's special. So is 8th Feb 1992, 21st April 2003, and whichever date you choose to name.

But I hope there's one at least thing special about today that is not about the date. I hope that I've rediscovered the meaning of solitude.

the Faith in Humanity

The phrase 'I think I've lost all faith in humanity' seems rather popular these days. I wonder when such pessimism has started to invade our lives. Or has it been there right from the beginning?

Have our expectations just increased or have we really become such a disappointing mess?

On some days, I think I lose all faith in humanity too.

I'll keep my mouth shut and so will you

I would appreciate it if some people showed a little more sensitivity.

Why is it that these days I seem to be asked many questions which I'd rather not answer? And why is it that some people are so persistent in their pursuit for the answer, whatever it may be? I'm not sure if I even have the answers in the first place. Why can't my wishes be respected at times?

I mean it when I say "Please don't do this." I don't use the word "please" lightly.