Don't you love the morning.
It is full of possibility.
It arrives.
Like a clean slate.
Unbiased.
Unburdened by psychological drama.
It doesn't want anything.
It doesn't need anything.
It simply is, and is, is, enough.
It carries the information of all lifetimes.
The memories of the whole of mankind.
Fortune and misfortune.
Yet it remains unaffected.
Untouched.
Elegant in its appearance.
Weightless in its form.
But infinite in its presence.
So when the morning meets you.
Take notice. Because.
Congratulations.
Another day has come your way.
You are here. You are free. You are..alive.
This is the true lottery.
Not the money.
Not the house.
Not the car.
No material gain is relevant in the eyes of the breaking of the day.
It only sees you at your most simple design.
Your human, being.
Don't you love the morning.
It is full of possibility.
To get it right.
Martijn Konijnenburg, Goldkimono
