Fragments of Cassandra

Daily writing prompt

If you could relive one day from your past, which day would it be and why?

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I spent hours trying to answer this.

Surely, somewhere in all the years I’ve lived, there must be one day I would choose to have again.

There are moments, of course.
A laugh I’d like to hear twice.
A place I’d stand in a little longer.
A version of someone I’d like to see again.

But an entire day?

That’s asking a lot of my past.

My past has never been particularly kind to me. Even the beautiful moments often lived between things I was surviving, grieving, fearing, or trying desperately to understand.

So I searched my memory—childhood, adolescence, adulthood—trying to find twenty-four hours I would willingly step back into from beginning to end.

And I couldn’t.

There is something profoundly sad about realizing you have lived an entire life without experiencing a single day, you ache to repeat.

But maybe there is something hopeful in it, too.

Maybe my favorite day isn’t behind me.

Maybe I haven’t lived it yet.

Be'ahava,
The Mourning Bird