When The Sun Rises

Each morning we awake, we recreate our personality.

We collect the baggage that we have come to know as ourselves and we assemble it for the day. We resume the role today that we played yesterday. The same role that we have played for decades.

We see ourselves as a certain type of person. A person with such and such a responsibility. Who has such and such to do today. In such and such a way. By such and such a time.

We have become experts at assuming our role. And we play the role to perfection.

As such, we feel the same feelings today that we felt yesterday. We are bothered by the same things. We are troubled by the same fears.

If we examine closely, we will discover that we do not live a today. We have not lived a today for years. We live a yesterday inside of today. We have lived a multitude of yesterdays inside a multitude of todays.

Can tomorrow be different? Can we decide this minute that as the sun rises in the morning, and as we rise to meet it, that we will search for the today in today? Be it for one minute, or one day, tomorrow we will abandon the yesterday and live the today as a today.

What will we see in it?

Who will we be in it?