A few days in my life are recurrent. On these days I know all events that are to follow, so that I could, not only, manage my actions accordingly but also those around me. On these days I can catch an old lady by her hand and say -- "Don't cross the road or you'll meet an accident in which you die." And thereby, I not only save her life but also stop the day from recurring.
The rest of the days in my life are not mine. I wake up everyday in someone else's life. Perhaps, I live parallel lives.
Perhaps, I keep living a single day, over and over again. In changing contexts, changing spaces.
Perhaps, in one of my lives I bleed; in another I bandage the bleeding.
Perhaps, only in my dreams I'm awake.
Perhaps, my life has become the swing I had chosen for myself.