Tired of the sunset

Everyone makes such a big deal about sunsets. 

Well, I can see why. Sunsets are beautiful. The sun is slowly sinking towards the horizon and the sky is painted with the most vibrant colors; always changing, shifting, melting and melding into one another until they eventually fade away into darkness. Sunsets represent the end of the day and the promise of rest from worries and stress. I have seen some of the most spectacular sunsets while living in Idaho:

They are beautiful. There is no doubt about that.

But the truth is: I am an East Coast girl. And sometimes I get tired of those sunsets.

Sunrises.

The beginning of a new day, the vision of potential, dreams, achievement, hope and future. In order to have a sunset, the sun must rise first. As in life, in order to rest, we first must be awake. 

Watching the sun rise over the atlantic ocean is probably one of the most breath taking things I have ever seen. The horizon glowing with a soft pink, growing and expanding until the first glimmer of ray peaks over, reflecting on the ocean, rising and extending, chasing away the darkness and bringing warmth, light and a new day. The sight of awaiting opportunity, chances and most importantly: life. 

Every day the sun rises is another opportunity to learn and grow. For me, it is gift; my second chance at life. I do not want to waste any time. I have so much I want to do and learn and achieve and I am not sure how much time I have. No one is sure of how many days they have left to live. But I don't believe in regrets and I live my life so that when that sun sets after a day, I know that I have lived to my fullest potential. And when the sun rises again, I am overwhelmed with gratitude for God's beauty, and the gift of life; my life.

Sunsets are great and all. But they are overrated.

Give me a sunrise.

Give me hope and opportunity and light.

Give me life.