February 4
The emotional commonalities between people act often almost as an invisible string of connectivity tying all of humanity together. Albeit a strong sentence with an equally strong sentiment, it's true. We all love, we all grieve, we all exist. And, all of this occurs on a repetitive linear organizational timeline known as the calendar year. As odd as it may sound, I love the calendar. January 1 to December 31, all 365 days in the same order, every year, without fail (excluding leap year obviously). This of course includes today's date, February 4th, which I have lived through 18 of. They’ve been a series of Mondays and Tuesdays and Wednesdays and Thursdays and Fridays and Saturdays and Sundays, on repeat. And every year when February 4th comes around, it stays for 24 hours and then leaves again until the next year when it repeats its mandatory and unwavering schedule and tasks of simple existence. It has never been a memorable date and I cannot remember anything specifically int...
