Every morning when I wake up, I explode into the day.
I strap myself to the rocket called "the desire to live," and I launch.
I take aim, pull back the arrow called my dreams, and release it toward the sun.
Every morning when I wake up, I sprint onto the deck of the ship called my fate and I look towards the horizon called my destiny.
Every morning when I wake up, I am excited about the adventure called my life.
Except that’s not true. Those days do in fact exist. But not every morning looks like that. Far from it.
There are days when I don’t want to get out of bed. Not because it’s comfortable, but because I’m too exhausted to face my life.
I don’t explode into the day. Rather, I’m afraid that the last spark inside of me will be extinguished.
I don’t launch. But I make an effort to get up. There is no energy or enthusiasm in me to take aim and release my arrow. But I muster up the strength to at least look toward the sun instead of the ground.
I don’t sprint, but I convince myself that I can at least walk. So I do.
I am not excited. I am tired.
That’s how some days look.
And then, things start getting better.
That small spark survives days, weeks, and maybe even months without being extinguished.
It slowly grows. You look up a little bit higher than yesterday and walk a little bit faster.
You are still not excited. But you are also less afraid and tired.
And then, one day, it’s almost as if you are rewarded for your patience and endurance.
The spark is now a raging fire. And you really do explode into the day. You really do launch yourself.
Your arrow rips through the air, and the ground cracks beneath your feet as you are sprinting.
You smile in the face of the adventure called your life.
To you who are reading, I just ask that you believe this:
If you are currently waking up without any fire, it doesn’t mean that you won’t start exploding with joy and passion sooner than you expect.
Thank you for reading.
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The story that can cure wounds, the feeling that can connect souls, and the loving aid that can reach thousands. Thanks, friend, for such beautiful words! Keep up the spark =)