days are just finite intervals of time. some people say the are looking forward to their "special day", and when they get there, they live through it and it suddenly becomes their special yesterday.
nothing that is only good for "completing my day" is of any worth to me. the things that can complete my life are what i strive for. permanence and security that extend beyond the boundaries of my mortal limitations of life expectancy are the things i must have and that i treasure in my core.
"special days" are like holidays. holidays are always depressing because the minute they begin, my internal stopwatch starts that i refer to constantly with the question of how much time is left in this holiday.
my holidays are always a depressing count down to their end.
"one special day" does not interest me. if the rest of the days of my life could be spent in the manner i choose to spend them, then that would be heaven on earth.
(i can not see any reference to the topic title on my screen at the moment (no matter where i scroll), and i confess i forget what the topic title was, but i will be damned if i will select and cut this post and paste it into notebook while i "back button" to reread the topic title in order to assess whether i am being relevant).