It is not another day, It is an additional experience

I used to draw the sun as a flower until my teacher taught me that a sun should be drawn as a circle with lines surrounding it. Since then my sun never looked like a flower.I never thought about why the sun was a flower to me but I evoke each occasion we got new flowers at home we admired them, we spoke about them, beheld a vase to flatter them, put them in a place where their magnificence fulfilled the atmosphere. But then we gradually got used to them and they either rotted or became a ritual to be watered among all the other plants.

When the first signs of the sun appeared I saw how people woke up earlier, cleaned their homes so when the sunlight’s shined through their windows the dust and dirt would not distract the viewer from the unbeatable ease in a beautiful home.But after a while we remain what we were before, we make the sun part of our ritual, we ignore its beauty, its presence, the warmth until once again winter comes and cold makes us hide under layers of clothes wishing for summer to come back.But it is not only the sun that has become the victim of our constant desire to look either ahead or look back.

The beauty of each existence should not be something we take for granted. Because what are we without that tree we spent hours climbing when we were kids, left us scars and laughable stories for our children, the tree that carried our tree houses, the tree where we leaned our bike on when we were in a rush to practice?

Hope that what you became today will be apart of something better tomorrow.