There is
beauty in tomorrow.
Tomorrow, the
sun will rise again. If you wake up earlier, you’ll be able to see the glow of
the rays paint the morning sky. The red, the orange, the yellow hues – they are
the greatest painting. They’ve inspired and healed and challenged people for
decades. They can inspire and heal and challenge you, too.
You will get
another twenty-four hours tomorrow. That’s one thousand, four hundred and forty
minutes that have been untouched by yesterday. One thousand, four hundred and
forty minutes that have not been written yet. One thousand, four hundred and
forty minutes to make into your own – one thousand, four hundred and forty
minutes that are there for the taking. It’s time to create, to work, to set a
new goal, to climb a new hurdle. It’s time to share with your loved ones, it’s
time to dig deeper into your own soul. It’s time to stretch your limbs, and let
your legs carry you. It’s time to walk, and run, and swim, and breathe. It’s
time that you will never get back, either. It’s as much time in the day as
Beyonce has, and Oprah, and Reese Witherspoon. It’s a gift – and I hope you
treasure it. I hope you see the beauty in it, too.
Tomorrow, the
sun will set. Just as there is beauty in the sunrise, there is beauty in the
sunset, too. There is a soft glow, there is a sense of peace, there is a
feeling of stillness that touches everyone and everywhere – no matter who, or
where, you are. Enjoy that stillness. Stand in that peace.
Tomorrow, the
moon will shine – and I hope you dance under that moon. I hope you stand in the
strength of the moonbeams – I hope you see how the dark isn’t scary. I hope you
let night wash over you, and I hope you lay down to rest with the satisfaction
of a day well lived. I hope you let yourself step into dreamland, and look
forward to whatever tomorrow will bring.
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