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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