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.
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