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‘One day’ always presents the twist in the story, doesn’t it? Always comes just before the point when things are just about to turn around. It never gets old for many an avid reader, because it is an interest-arousing prefix. Its announcement makes the human mind wonder what could be next, what was about to go down, what was about to be recorded that bore witness of the change in the wind. But more interestingly, and most importantly, it isn’t a word that is said just when things are about to turn around, but even when there is the hope that they are eventually going to.

I feel it comes from the deepest parts of a man’s ambitions, aspirations, desires, hopes, frustrations, depressions, and in his moments of solitude, paranoia, and sobriety when he says, “One day…”
And the moment he says it, nothing else matters. Nothing but the next few words that follow, which carry in them the weight of his emotions. The words in which all that he believes in and all that he has lived for burst into the light in the hopes that they are not far- fetched anymore. Maybe it’s not so much as his aspirations, but the desire that not only will he achieve his heart’s desire, but also that the situations which say he cannot will ultimately come to an end. Nothing matters but the next few words that follow.
One day, things will change.
One day, I’ll see you.
One day, Jesus will come for me.
One day, I’ll get what I truly deserve.
One day, things will turn around.
One day, I’ll find love.
One day, they’ll know the truth.
One day…
I’ll tell you what it is. It’s the perfect picture of desperation. It’s a desperate plea for change to come. It’s a cry for the helpless and the hopeless. You can feel the hope stir up in them as they utter the words that follow ‘One day’. Want to know what that person wants after opening up to you? Let him say the words “One day…”, then wait for it! In my moments of solitude, when I’m alone in my corner of the world, and I need a little boost to keep me going, I say “One day…” and I know hope isn’t entirely lost.

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