1

Monday.

Flowers bloomed, the sun brightened, and a new life was born. Before the soul entered the body, there was a promise made between the two: make this life meaningful. 

The tiny body belonged to James Smith, the son of an architect and a professor. His mother told him that he was one of the smallest babies in the hospital that day, but he wasn’t quiet, he cried like a dinosaur rebirthing in the form of a human. His father described him as the sunrise because he was born early in the morning, and for his parents, he was their combination of hope. His arrival lit up the sky for the couple who wished for a child. 

2

Tuesday. 

On Tuesday it snowed, and James Smith started elementary school. He wasn’t any different from the other kids. One could even say he was identical to some of his peers. He enjoyed Sunday afternoon cartoons and toys on advertisements; tossed balls with his father, played soccer with his friends; and watched ladybugs crawl and butterflies flapping their wings. 

His days continued like that until James started using scaled bars and picture graphs. It was no longer easy for him to do nothing in class. He was beginning to get more complicated information from his teachers and he knew he was developing. He started spending less time with his parents, but more time going out with friends. He could understand what is necessary to do and what words to say in front of people. He became a sensitive child. In a crowd, he was always pointing out something unnoticeable. He cared about others more than his friends would, he treated everyone with patience and kind. 

However, a fuzzy feeling often attacked him unwarnedly. He couldn’t explain it properly, but the feeling wasn’t great. He wondered if it was the consequences of growing up. 

3

Wednesday.

It was uncomfortable on Wednesday. The sky remained silent, but the heat waves traveled through with pounding humidity. Every part of the weather was screaming for reality. 

Many things changed for James: his height, voice, and the people around him. He was moving for college, and separating from what he was familiar with. He realized that he was now independent, he was the only person that he could rely on. 

College was a life party, other than studying, there was too much freedom for him to play with. He liked the feeling of having full control of himself. He made a ton of friends, some taught him how to succeed, some taught him how to have fun, and some taught him how to become an adult. Out of all the friends he met, his favorite must be Mary. 

Mary was a girl who had a pure soul, she didn’t have much of a background story, but she had a big goal in life: she wanted to help people. She wanted to become a teacher and help kids with their future. 

She shifted into James’s life. They fell in love, and soon, James proposed. He knew from the second he saw her that Mary was the one. No matter his prediction's accuracy, he believed he wouldn’t feel the same for anyone else. 

They were both graduating college. 

4

Thursday. 

The clouds covered everything and the wind blew hard. James finally started to experience what it was like to own a family of his. Mary had given him a twin, a daughter, and a son. Their daughter is quiet but kind-hearted, she reminds James of himself when he was younger. Oppositely, his son is the loudest in the house. He often yelled when things couldn’t go his way. He wanted power and control, unlike James, he was an aggressive child. Mary tended to have ways to deal with their children, however, the children favored James because he was more understanding than their mother. Mary expected more from them, and James only wanted them to grow happily. 

He worked at a company as an accountant. He didn’t hate his job, nor did he enjoy it. Being an accountant was just a source for him to survive. His earnings were enough for his family to live, although Mary still had a passion for teaching, so Mary worked, too. Their two children were sent to daycare in the morning. After school ended, Mary would pick them up, prepare dinner, and wait for James to come home. 

James liked this life of being a father, but somehow the fuzzy feeling returned- with a strong blow of wind. 

5

Friday.

Both of his children graduated from college on a hailing day. During the graduation, he cried. He couldn’t recall the last time he teared up, but he knew it wasn’t recent. 

He and Mary were already in their fifties by then, their life was stable, and they were both already thinking of retiring soon. Without children, their lives became emptier. In their big house, it was just the two sharing the silence. They weren’t tired of each other, they were just so used to having one another that they didn’t feel it necessary to prove their existence. 

James never put much thought into his age until now. His hair stopped growing as it would before, and most of them were turning gray. He felt the pressure of getting old. To be more precise, he felt closer to death. People around him began talking about retiring homes and what they would do for the rest of their lives. However, James had yet to learn what being old should be like. 

6

Saturday. 

Days were growing longer, and older. James’s mind became blurry, he had no memory of what yesterday was like and had no plan of what tomorrow should be like. He was living like the dead, without a goal in life or any passion. His only reason for surviving was Mary, who also became miserable in her life journey. 

There was a thunderstorm. The rain hit hard on his windows as lightning struck through layers of clouds. The frequency of his children’s visits lessened. They used to visit every week or so, then it became months, and now, years. James missed the days when he had a complete family with four of them by the dinner table, talking about their days. 

The rain grew violent, and James had no more energy left to fight what was in front of him. He wanted peace, calmness, and warmth. 

7

Sunday. 

The sun finally came out on Sunday, and it wasn’t threatening, this time, the sun was gentle. It splashed its tenderness onto the land it had been watching for decades. 

James Smith closed his eyes and promised never to open them again. The sun decided to take him back to where he belonged: a place full of sparkles and joy. The body remained on Earth, but the sun brought the soul. Indeed, the soul had a great time and the promise was kept. James Smith’s life was meaningful in its own way. Even though there were no harsh waves, it was difficult for the ocean to retain its stillness, and James Smith made it. His life was just like the surface of the unknown sea.