The morning of January 2, 2023
Rediscover yourself through journaling
I look towards the east to trace the rise of the orange ball. It has already shone its light all over the place, but its physical appearance, I cannot see yet. Nevertheless, the world around has started to get noisier again. The world around has woken up to do the chores again. And as the light up above grows gradually, there are various sounds that grow too.
The sight of birds flying in a flock is also a delight to see. Sometimes, I think it is not really so noisy, when I find other beautiful things around. The coming of winter, the singing of birds, somewhere in the distance, a passing by train, and the ability to sit here by myself are things that bring down all the noises.
Now I see the reddish-orange ball of fire. It looks delicious as long as it stays down. The higher it rises, the distaste towards it grows. The less I speak and appreciate the beauty around, the more I find the calmness within. Certainly, I have many vicious thoughts going inside, that I want to share, or rather, that I want to puke here. But with a word of negativity and hatred, I would spoil the whole day.
The world around and within is not always a delight to see and feel. However, you can either choose to be someone you may regret later on, or you can be the loving person who does all the good things for others. I have regretted being both.
But, the sun you can only look at, when it’s the magnificent looking, not the hot one, which might hurt your eyes. I’m the one who depicts its reddish nature, only to realize that I am not the angry one, but the cool one.
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