[H] Truth Thursdays 21: All Things New

I love the sunrise. Sunrises are magical. I love the way the sunbeams spill over the horizon like the moon did a canonball into the sun so all the light splashed out. Sunrises are hope. The night and its dark shadows have left us and the playful warmth of the daylight has come back. We wait for the sun in the despair of the night. When the sun comes, we look around and realize that nothing has changed and everything has changed. The sunrise doesn't change my surroundings, but illuminates it. The ominous forms in the dark suddenly take shape into recognized objects in the light of day. What once seemed foreboding, now becomes familiar. That is the magic of the sunrise.

2013 has come and gone and yet I am still here. I slept through the new year and when I woke up, I didn't feel any different. The scars and smiles and heartbreak, tears, and laughter won and lost in the year hadn't left me. The marks in my heart stayed the same. Every year I change. Every year brings new lives, growth, vegetation in the forest of my mind. A new year doesn't flatten a forest. Years of germination, growing, blooming, dying, pruning, weeding cannot be undone with the countdown of seconds or a moment.

But a new year can be a sunrise. I can see my life in the light of day. I can be unafraid of the things I am unsure of. I am still the same person in the same place, with the same properties. But I can be full of hope. Nothing has changed. But everything is brighter.

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-H