Whenever I begin a new journal I approach the first page with a sense of excitement and nervousness. The first page is fresh, clean, without all the scars of the past. It can be whatever I want it to be. It can be beautiful. The first page sets the tone for the whole, that is, if anyone were to read my journal entries, anyone besides me.
I'm coming to this first blog post in a similar fashion, except this isn't just for me. My journals, I pray, aren't defiled by the eyes of another until long after I die, when I'm no longer even a memory. This blog, on the other hand, I hope is seen. Right now it's fresh and clean, it's just me and my laptop, typing words as I listen to music on YouTube. This blog is whatever I want it to be, it can be beautiful. Its scary too, I want to be liked and understood. If I allow myself to dream big I actually want my thoughts to have an impact. As if that could happen. I've heard it said to shoot for the moon, that if I miss at least I'll land in the stars, the truth is I might just float aimlessly through space, or come crashing back to earth.
I've called this blog A Thousand Sunrises. I've been wanting to start a blog for a long time but I couldn't because I didn't know what to call it. What do you call something that you have such big hopes for? What is a title that could sum up thoughts, ideas and stories that haven't even happened yet? This afternoon it just hit me. A Thousand Sunrises. It sounds pretty, and I love sunrises- it's my favorite part of the day. Sunrises are clean, and full of promise, kind of like the first page of a journal. I named this blog for my past sunrises, for all the days that began in beauty, whether they ended there or not. I named this blog for my present sunrises, for today, no matter what it holds. I named this blog for my future sunrises, knowing that despite the trials it all began with a sunrise. Lastly, I named this blog for the sunrises of heaven, sunrises which are the point of sunrises here.
A Thousand Sunrises.
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