It is the first day.

After last night celebrations, I was too wonder up to slumber. Have you ever been so very tired you can’t sleep? I don’t know if that makes sense to you; perhaps it’s just me.

 Here I am, it’s early --everyone else is gone or fast asleep, expect me. It’s still dark, but there is a spreading light upon the eastern horizon.

 The expression goes, “It’s always darkest before dawn,” but whoever coined that phrase obviously slept through it, expecting no one to verify the truth of that homily. I know they lie, for it’s so very bright, rushing across the border betwixt night and day; as if the sun’s fires are scorching green earth.

 When you see the sun in the daytime it’s a little window of light within a vast, encompassing blueness. It seems so very insignificant.

 Now the vanguard of rays march out and proclaim, like the heralds they are, the dawning of a new day.

 The first day.

 I feel sth truly magical swirl around me. Here I am; there is no one else awake. I feel that this dawn is special, just for me. I have to get a closer look. I don’t give a dawn about that warning sign—I walk onto the deserted construction site to catch a better glimpse of the dawn.

 I suppose I look s little foolish, standing there, gazing eastwards.

 A friend told me lately that she was not making resolutions this New Year, but aspirations. I had thought about it some, but I couldn’t really understand what she meant. Weren’t the two the same?

 I thought of the year gone past so recently. What had I achieved, had I anything to show for it? Had I wasted this past year?

 Did I have someone close to me; someone to hug and hold; someone to love? What about my career? Did I even have one? Was I satisfied with my position in the socio-economic hierarchy?

 Was I really happy?

 Questions, so many questions. The future was so very uncertain. What was going to happen? It was all too confusing. Where was I to turn? Everywhere I looked, I saw problems, with no answers apparent. What was I to do?

 Sth caught my eye briefly, squeezing past the legions of problems that assailed me.

 The sun was finally rising.

 I couldn’t keep my eyes off it, my gaze riveted to that burning disc kissing the earth. My darkened eyes pained at the glorious radiance, but I did not flinch, I did not turn away from the sight.

 The silent light showed me the answer.

 The illuminated construction yard and my friend’s enigmatic concepts combined to reveal a glimpse of the truth I had been searching for.

 I did not have problems. I had opportunities. The construction going on here was not the result of a problem, it was people creating sth out of a nothing, affecting the world through making choices. Problems required resolutions, chaining me to the past until resolved. Aspirations required choices, freeing me to embrace the future, aspiring to new heights, new horizons.

 I looked at the rising sun and I saw within that brilliant orb, the options, the possibilities, the potential.

 Some people remark sometimes “It’s a beautiful day!” But when you consider the choices each day brings; delightful surprises; the thrill of the unknown; every day is special, wondrous, beautiful.

 Each dawn bring a day of new life.

                                                                                        --from CR

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