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“The Truth”
Nothing has ever mattered more than this.
This littlest moment, alone, is the covenant of my life and everything that follows. Life will one day lead me back to this fleeting time; the way the faint glow of my lamp touched my pale skin, and the way I let my own thoughts tear my sanity apart.
In this seemingly insignificant moment, I was candid, nude, unsuspecting.
But I was myself.
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“Good Morning”
On this very day, I realized something. But to help you, I will begin with an uncanny story that you, yourself, might recognize.
Today, I woke up later than the usual. I hesitantly get up from my bed, which is unusually comfier when I’m about to get up, and cross paths with my mom. She smiles a wide one and greets me a jolly good morning. Out of politeness, I say it back, and I continue my prior engagement with my favorite morning buddy–breakfast.
After a few minutes of sniffing around for a good snack, I come across my dad. He then greets me with the same two words. Good morning, he says. His expression was completely flat, and something about it made me wonder if he really did mean a good morning. Setting my suspicions aside, I smile and greet him. Good morning.
After eating breakfast, I quickly return to my safe haven. I crash back onto my now-tidy bed, crack my laptop open and enter the cyber world. As usual, I see messages left for me to read. I decide to open the one I see first and there I read something quite familiar. G’morning, it says, with a wacky emoji right beside it. I choose to ignore it completely and move on to the rest of the message.
Seriously though, I thought. What’s so good about the morning?
Each day, whether I decide to look at the day as a good one or not, I encounter these two words. Sometimes I notice, and other times I don’t. Is it just a routine? Or do people really mean what they say?
Amidst my thoughts, I find myself looking out the window. The sun is hanging low and the breeze is still cool in the dawn of day. In my silence, I hear the city wake from its slumber. Cars begin to swarm the streets and the aroma of brewed coffee wafts into my nostrils. Noises like the trees swaying in the breeze are trampled upon by the horns of impatient drivers. It wasn’t a new sight to me, but somehow this time felt different.
And in the most unsuspecting moment, I understood.
In the day’s wake, we have chosen to rise with it no matter the circumstances yesterday, and no matter the consequences tomorrow. It’s in the way we see things. It’s in the way we live. We get up. We live through the day. And no matter what the reason is; whether it be for our parents, our siblings, our significant other, school, work or the mere taste of freshly baked bread in the morning, we all choose to rise with the new sun and hope that we’ll have the good morning we’ve been longing for.
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