Rainy mornings
Tomorrow's another day.
I love mornings, especially rainy ones. I like to sit alone, watch the rain as the world still sleeps.
I get to witness stillness. I get to listen to my cluttered thoughts in solitude. I get to think about life.
Life that is not one smooth-sailing ship.
Looking back, I never would have imagined life as it is now. It’s not what was planned. It isn’t the ideal.
This time, it seems the rain and I are taking turns in watching each other.
And the rain’s currently winning. It feels sad and heavy. But somehow, there is peace.
I made a mistake. Should I stay indoors or enjoy the rain outside?
It isn’t anyone’s fault but mine. And there’s nothing I can do but face it, whichever choice I make. I must feel the pain and tough it out. Let time heal all wounds.
Problems are constant in life just like the rain. But so are mornings – new beginnings.
No matter how gloomy our day went, there will always be another morning. And if that turns out gloomy as well, there’s always the next day.