I Choose Today

Blindingly blue skies infuse the horizon with a naive freshness that not even the night's jaded hostility can diminish. While darkness smothers the cries of anguish arising from so many parts of the world, dawn continues to stubbornly insist on the possibility of the next day. The story does not end when the night becomes unbearable.
And with morning comes the next set of choices. And once again the human spirit chooses to live. Some spend the day wishing night would not return. Some try to live as if there were no such phenomenon as night or darkness or... loss. But some spend the day reimagining a world where love has an impact on fear and consequently on our capacity to meet the challenges of the darkness.
Who am I when the first rays of tomorrow announce themselves as today? When I finally do push myself out of bed, I am neither naive nor jaded, and therefore must choose who and how I will be today. I will rise and greet the dawn. I will take the story line in the direction of hope, even if hope's promise is to be fulfilled tomorrow.