A day that is supposedly unlike any other
Can easily be summed up like any other
Easter
Either a day to celebrate a savior OR
A day for spoiled children to get high of cheap bunny-shaped chocolate
Or it can be both.
Wake up. Church. Home. Breakfast.
Watch little kids search in earnest. Watch older, greedier kids search in lust.
Dinner. Children fight. Resolve. Bed.
It is a day of tradition nonetheless.
Each decision easily predicted the day before.
The tradition lies not in the celebration or even the day itself
The tradition is to give a day like any other some sort of extraordinary quality
Some excuse to believe that there is meaning to life
When all it truly is is a day like any other.
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