The Sunrise
And as I kept looking, the orange on the line of the horizon kept increasing. The blue of the night, calm and beautiful, was soon nowhere to be seen.
The sky had caught on fire. A roaring and raging fire.
The clouds, burning bright and illuminated, were somehow grey at the same time. In a matter of just seconds, I went from sleepy to pure awetruck. I couldn’t believe the sight I had in front of me.
The Sun claiming its rule over the world, its beauty raging, caressing the sky with the most gentle touch, yet its power visible to everyone.
As many pictures as I took that morning, none of them could match the view that is now imprinted in my mind. Every picture I clicked was somehow better than the last, and it made me want even more of them. It is, by far, one of the best things I’ve seen.
I can’t help but wonder if everyone who watches a great sunrise feels the same way.
Something made me exhale in relief that morning, like some giant weight had been lifted off my chest. I hadn’t studied that well for my exam that day, and my papers hadn’t been that great, and my mind was at the highest point of its anxiousness till the night before when I slept for only an hour. But somewhere in the whole “most beautiful sight of my life”, it seemed okay. The world was okay. I was okay.
All the stress and the anxiety about my future and all other great decisions to come from last night had vanished. It didn’t feel like the end anymore. And no, I do not believe in deities that could make your life better if you prayed, but that morning I realized how faith and hope matter much more than belief.
Faith, not in something, but in yourself and the Universe.
Because whatever comes your way, deal with it, one sunrise at a time, and life will be okay.
You will be okay.
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