Daylight

Finally, the sun showed up. It was the force that has waken me up today even if I lacked sleep. I went to bed at 3am. Yet I slept later than this time. I couldn’t pacify my mind and body. They won’t simply rest.

Though my room has a very small window, less rays of sun pass through it, I still managed to get up as soon as the sun greeted me “good morning”. I’m a morning person by heart.

I should be accountable of my emotions. No one else could make me feel worse than my SELF.  I beat myself up by talking to it so negatively these past few days. (Well, that’s what I’m expert at. Hope you’re not.)

I’ve been thinking that I’m a stained glass. Something that has no worth since I’m cracked. Broken. Yet, that mentality is bad for my health. Why do I think heaven is beyond my grasp when what I just did was to love someone whose not worthy of it?

I wish to meet every single day with a renewed hope.  Today is that first day. This longing has not been planted in my heart if its not meant to be fulfilled.

Good morning,everyone.