This I believe, that the light that the sun brings each new day, imbues us with the hope of new beginnings.
The sun peering through my morning window unfetters the shackles of the night.
The worry, the fear, that take me hostage and impede sleep, slowly dissipate and give way to new possibilities born each day.
I do not feel rested yet I awake.
Something stirs within, that is proportional to the brightness of the sun outside.
I must get up and witness the wonders of this world. I must step out and free myself of the self-made machinations of the night’s mind.
And I do, I step out and look around and still try to make sense of a world filled with so much pain, yet filled with infinite beauty.
I look around with the same wonder of the 11 year-old girl, I hold within.
The girl who on Saturday mornings long ago, with the luxury of time, walked out of her house in the hills, in search of a little hidden spot all her own where she could stop and think and ponder and make sense of a world so big.
And the daylight led her to a little secret niche, a place where overgrown shrubs and bushes allowed for that little girl to think and be inspired.
And the little girl sat on a rock mysteriously placed there just for her. No one could see her, there she was safe to commune with the nature that surrounded her.
The beauty of the new day, the brightness of the sun helped her overcome her longing to go back to the country where she’d been born. She was imbued with the hope for a new beginning.
Today, many, many years later, I awake with that little girl intact. The morning sun inspires me and once again frees me of the night’s enslavement. I step outside and with renewed hope I witness the possibilities for the new beginning that that sun has brought on this new day.
This I believe.
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