I decided I had to post something today. Especially since it’s September 9, 2009. Yes, that would be 9/9/09. And yes, I had to post it at 9:09 am. Why did I do this, you ask? What a great question. I was pondering that very thought myself.
It’s comforting to know, however, I’m not alone in my fascination of such trivial matters. All over the radio today, people were talking about the uniqueness in today’s date. The Today show this morning was talking to people who had planned weddings for this day. My wife even commented about how cool it would be to get married at 9:09 on 9/9/09. I suppose it would be cool, but why do I think that?
Is it possible that I’m drawn to the uniqueness of the day. It’s unlike any other day that I will ever have. I suppose that makes it special.
But here’s another thought. There is no other person on the planet like me. I’m unique myself. Even the children who come from me are different. And they themselves are different from each other, as are you. We are each unique.
So why do I grow bored with myself? Even uniqueness ceases to be unique when shrouded in commonness. I was never meant to be common–and neither were you.