An Extraordinaire
Today is a birthday. This day of celebration is extraordinary in a style that only those in participation understand. People partaking in this worldly festivity are caught by an unutterable sense of absence. Is this the extraordinary element that makes this day so…extra ordinary? It’s an emotion that sits deep at the bottom of each participant’s stomach, a replicated notion lingering in the back of each unassuming conscience. Any conceivable explanation might be because this special birthday lacks a setting. Or it could be that a cake with 14 colorful candles sits only in imagination. Maybe it’s the wonder of absent streamers, missing balloons with hallmark quotations, silence replacing the forced party small talk, a veto of carelessly wrapped gifts, and that compulsory presence of that extraordinary celebrated individual that lays under a birch tree. This must be it! So simple and so…extraordinary, a birthday with all essential ingredients resting only in the minds of those who ache to prepare them. How interesting, to anyone else this birthday wouldn’t seem like a birthday at all. Its extraordinary how on this day a celebration occurs yet is not physical and has no feeling of happiness. Except for those who understand this extraordinary extraordinaire.
Today is a birthday. This day of celebration is extraordinary in a style that only those in participation understand. People partaking in this worldly festivity are caught by an unutterable sense of absence. Is this the extraordinary element that makes this day so…extra ordinary? It’s an emotion that sits deep at the bottom of each participant’s stomach, a replicated notion lingering in the back of each unassuming conscience. Any conceivable explanation might be because this special birthday lacks a setting. Or it could be that a cake with 14 colorful candles sits only in imagination. Maybe it’s the wonder of absent streamers, missing balloons with hallmark quotations, silence replacing the forced party small talk, a veto of carelessly wrapped gifts, and that compulsory presence of that extraordinary celebrated individual that lays under a birch tree. This must be it! So simple and so…extraordinary, a birthday with all essential ingredients resting only in the minds of those who ache to prepare them. How interesting, to anyone else this birthday wouldn’t seem like a birthday at all. Its extraordinary how on this day a celebration occurs yet is not physical and has no feeling of happiness. Except for those who understand this extraordinary extraordinaire.
1 comment:
Jake,
your spiritualty is deep. This is well done.
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