The sun is up.

I'm the type of person that takes the time to appreciate the small things in life.

In this life it's a must.

No matter how bad my day is going I just remember that the sun up.

The sun doesn't actually reside in the sky.
The sun is in outer space.

Yet some how when I look up on a clear day I feel it's rays on my face.


The sun stays up.


I could be laying in hospital bed paralyzed but the sun would still rise.

I could be in my death bed about to draw my last breath.
The sun would still rise


I could be down and destitute.

I could be scavenging in dumpsters for my next meal.

The sun still would manage to be up.
No matter what happens in the world the sun will always rise.


I always keep that nugget tucked in the back of my mind.


 The sun is in me.


If it can always  manage to rise then so can I.


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