The sun comes up each morning. This, by itself is nothing significant. When you’re stuck in a rut it can even be irritating. Every time the sun rises there’s such a display of color. The sky yearns for us to understand that this new sunrise is ours. The time is ours to do with as we please. We can live in the monotony of everyday existence, or we can take the time to truly communicate with the world and make discoveries.
Daily we are given new dreams to pursue, new ideas, new joys. The time we have now is the only time we are promised. We are not promised tomorrow. We are promised today.