On Watching the Sunrise

I've always loved sunset.

But that day, we had a change and watched the sunrise instead. Woke up at 5 in the morning and headed straight to the beach. It was still dark, but there were already some avid photographers waiting for the rising sun. Couples were seen holding hands not quite far down the beach. Waves hitting the shores and it was pretty chilly still.

As the first ray of sunlight shone past the clouded sky far down the horizon, the satisfaction of waiting was fulfilled. It wasn't as beautiful as say, those captured by the proffesionals. What made it special was, it was my first sunrise in so many years. And I mean, watching the sun rising...

And there we were, sitting by the beach, enjoying the first sunrise together in our lives. I felt alive. I felt carefree. And I felt free. Away from all the troubles and worries.

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Two weeks later today, I looked back at the photo and remembers what I wore that day. I recalled what I felt. And I remembered why I was there.

Two months down the line, it's a battle of a considerable size. Against myself. And I've since the past few weeks putting myself in the loosing ground, fearing that I might never win after all.

But with this memory that I have, I found a new breath. I found a new me. I shall get ready, and do a final preparation for this final battle.

And I know I will win.

I have to.