There’s always something about mornings.
It’s like the moment you wake up, you need to recall a lot of things. Sometimes you even need to remember who you are.
But I guess, that’s the main purpose of mornings–to give new beginnings.
That we don’t need to look back to the past so much
That every waking up makes us new.
That every morning is more than just the revitalization of our cells.
That it is more of invigoration of hope that somehow died in our yesterdays.
That there’s always something more to mornings.
Because mornings are magical.
So let me tell you this…