Who am I?
A man.
But what kind of man?
Am i the man who drags his feet.
Shoes scuffed and tie straight he pushes through the day that is syrup.
His shave is clean and smile wide but something feels... off
He is alone.
Bored.
Unhappy.
Or am i the man with a spring in his step?
Flip flops that clap and a shirt with wrinkles he glides through the day like an eagle.
His beard is scruffy and his smile crooked but his eyes sparkle.
They shine.
They search.
They are alive
A reminder that today is not just any day, it is TO-DAY
A day to do something new and glow in a world that fades.

I do not know which man I am.
Do YOU?