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Why Every New Day Rises With Hope.

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It’s in the sunrise that I begin to count my blessings. It’s the rays of light that brighten my heart, sizzle my soul, and finally force me to open my eyes to each blessed new day.

Why, ever, would we focus on things that we’ve lost, on things that we won’t awaken with?

The world would be such a wretched place if we only focused on yesterday’s sunset. It would forever rain inside of us and we’d go to bed against a broken, sullen moon. Luckily, we have the morrow to remind us each day that we are alive. That it is life vibrating through our lungs, and that it is love for the Universe swimming in our river-filled veins.

Let’s allow it to change the beat of our hearts, and learn to dance to our own music. Dance in any way that makes you feel like you exist between inhales. Count your blessings against the dew on the leaves, the morning birds on trees, and the hope that lines your foggy window. Let it be. Let it be magical, shall we?

It’s in the sunrise that I remember how lucky I am. For this world has hidden so many treasures for me if I were only able to let go of the fear I have of getting lost trying to find them all. So let’s get lost. Let’s get so lost that what we find is the best treasure of all. Unexpected, yet the most necessary thing we’ve ever known.

And along whichever path I take, I am fortunate to have humans in my life who care to guard my heart with theirs in each waking day. So even if I am lost, I know I am never alone. Even if I dream of sunsets for a minute too long, I know they will bring me back to the present.

I have guardian angels at the best and the worst times. They do their best to remind me that I too have wings. I too, can fly.

So this morning I will jump off of the cliff of my inhibitions and soar into the cotton candy clouds that burn warmer the closer I get, as they melt the fear away. They burn to remind us that a fire exists in our hearts. It’s our job to let it ignite instead of simmer. It is our job to light the world when the sun starts to fade.

So burn with me and count your blessings. What was lost is drifting in the sea of memories that a past sunset took into its mouth. It is that very history, your story, that the sun uses each morning to rise — stronger — and so are we.

We are lucky, bright little things. We are our own saviors and guardians of our loved ones’ hearts. It is our duty to love, to be loved, and to be grateful for all that means. It means so much to me.

So I watch my future rise against the hopeful sky to remind me that the world is mine. Mine to make. Mine to love. Mine to turn on its head and cause chaos in my heart. Mine to make beautiful mistakes. Mine to find, to discover, to truly exist in.

This sunrise is the epitome of hope, and I want to share my light with you.

Let go of the dark and just leave the stars in your heart. Let them sing your soul’s ballad, and live against the sun without hiding in its shadow. Have faith in your dreams without knowing what tomorrow brings. Because no matter what, the sun will rise with a fresh breath of hope.

Have faith that every day is a new start but laced with the strength of so many yesterdays. Oh, how lucky, how very, very lucky we are to be alive today. This sunrise reminds me that I really am okay. So now I jump, and I let my wings take me away… to my future, and to my destiny.

Come, come live with me.

 

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