Days of Glory

Everybody has 'em, some more than others.

I'm going to have a few of my own in the not-so-distant future.

So what characterizes a day of glory?  It's not the same as a day of accomplishment; those are pretty common for me, and probably for you, too.  I don't think that a really lucky day is a day of glory either, since it didn't involve any effort on the part of the lucky one.  I guess a day of glory is the culmination of passion and work and guts, all at once, relatively publicly, in a short span of time.  I think my master's graduation was one of those times, considering how self-righteously proud I was of my 4.0 GPA, my standing at the top of my class and the awards I managed to snag.  I think giving birth constitutes a day of glory, and so does rocking a piano performance.  Getting married was a day of glory.

Getting a job doesn't have to be a day of glory, since it isn't necessarily the proper melange of passion and guts and striving, but I guess it could be.  Moving to a foreign country isn't a day of glory, since it's not really a day.  Certainly my first day here was not a day of glory, although it was a day of striving and guts.

I am in desperate need of a day of glory, and only I can make it happen.  I'm working on it.  I am going to excel, and some will recognize me as something just a little bit extraordinary.

That's really all I want - to be a custom human being with lots of after-market features and modifications.  And not just simply modified - entrepreneurially and artistically sculpted.  Don't you want to haunt people's dreams?  To be an inspiration?  To be lovelier or more talented than anybody else in a given room?  To pass a man on the street and with one glance cause him to wonder who you are?  To change the very way another mind works?