Today’s thought revolves around our connection and reflection outside and inside of that window. Today I saw the sunrise on an amazing morning. I saw a little mist that clung lazily to the fields next to me as I drove thinking about yesterday’s sadness. But does the sunrise mean the same thing to everyone? To me the sunrise represents opportunity. In reality we get a new chance to start over every single day. Today it was new. The sun still rose. There was still sunshine. When I looked out that window I also noticed my own reflection. I’m still here.
How many people do we know that look at life as a long-term struggle? They tell you about their bad week or their bad month or worse yet, their bad year? So when they wake up every single day they just look out at the world and give up before the day even starts? I don’t understand the mentality that they have to wait for some magic sign that the suffering is over. When do they know that the bad day/month/year is over?
When a child is learning to walk, we celebrate each clumsy little step. They are afraid at first, but with each step you can watch them become more confident, more self-assured. Then they fall. They are scared at first, almost afraid to try again. But keep watching them and do you know what you may begin to see? They begin laughing when they fall. As parents we may make jokes about “falling down and going boom” and they learn from us to laugh it off and get back up again. We never ever tell them to stop.
Yet as adults we tell ourselves to stop and give up all the time. We tell ourselves that we have no hope. We stop celebrating the little steps and laughing when we fall. We will all fall and we will all have bad days, weeks or even years. We can sit back and cry or we can get back up and celebrate the next good anything. Having a bad month? Celebrate when you have one good day. Having a bad day? Celebrate when you have a good hour or even a good minute! Take joy in the quick little victory. Break the chain of defeat and celebrate renewal. That’s the glory of time, it keeps going and with each second comes a new opportunity to change and to start over.
That sunrise was tough because yes, the poor teen I knew did not wake up this morning and will never see another sunrise. His parents woke up for the first of many days to ignore the sunrise and feel sorrow and emptiness. I woke up to believe that today was another chance to make a difference. To help someone. To support my kids and my family and my world.
I woke up believing that my reflection in the window meant that I am here to live another day and to live it well. I hope you have a great sunrise!