[ WP ] You wake up the day after having literally lived the best day of your life . Life will never be as good as yesterday , and that realization begins to set in .

A moment: 6:42 P.M., on the 18th, it was a Thursday. The weather, when mentioned, was recanted as miserable and dry…understandably so for a July in the south. I lay calm and collected blanketed in warmth other than the heat of the day. There was a glow of sunlight beginning to dusk on the west wall of my room. Nearly motionless in my content, I never realized there was not a day before this that I could have expected the world and received it. I never realized there was a moment when everyone you ever knew came to a stop to congratulate your accomplishment. I would never realize the single biggest accomplishment of my life was the precursor to all my failures, my losses, my regrets. For that afternoon was the best day of my life. 
 
 The following day came much too early for myself and those around me. Ushered in prematurely, the morning was brought to a halt by my realization I was lost. The countless joys of the previous day were eclipsed by the moonlight and the darkness of the remaining night. Rightfully so, the early hours rarely usher in hopes and dreams and are instead reserved for commitment, responsibility, and tragedy. I learned in only a matter of minutes those feelings I had the day before were but only for a day. The idea of love and acceptance from so many had departed as they had previously the day before. The gift which was given to me was unfathomable…that which was taken away is the rest of my life. 
 
 For a brief moment I am able to reconcile with small victories that I may attain in my never certain future. I may laugh, love, and live as if I was none the wiser. There are moments that I may perceive as better than yesterday—but, in reality, they can never live up to my previous success. Butchered by reality, I have passed into existence and as such my life will be shorter and filled with desires to return after every passing day. 
 
 6:42 P.M., on the 18th, a Thursday, it was the day of my birth. 

