One day he woke up and thought to himself, "will this be a good day or one like any other."
He sighs and walks to the blinds following the path of light that crept through them.
The joyous life he had as a kid is all past him, fond memories he used to have are all faded,
and the joys he had almost forgotten, just like a memory you used to vividly remember but now can hardly recall.