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“Always turn your head to the sum- this way all the shadows will be left behind you.”- Walt Witman

I once again couldn’t wait for the morning. My body needed sleep and rest, but my soul was restlessly revolting. It was poking me to wake up and meet the new day- in the company of silence. There is something magical about the hours before the sunrise. It seems as if nature takes a deep breath, because it senses the coming of something wonderful, indescribable. Something that could not be stuffed into words and doesn’t have definition. Something, which is beyond the visible, but gets so deep and touches all your senses. Seems as if nature becomes silent, in the eager anticipation of the first morning rays. A light, which silently and tenderly, sneaks through the windows and makes its way through the thickest woods. A light, which sneaks in the room and tenderly fondles my tired body.

The whole nature is being silent, in anticipation for the moment when darkness will say goodbye to silence and will yield its place to the new day- the new beginning.

I love silence. Seems as if there is nothing in it, and in reality this “nothing” is my everything. One of my favorite qualities of silence is its emptiness… and the freedom to fill it with whatever I feel like. And today, I want to fill it with myself.

Silence gives me space to breath into life, what is otherwise left neglected. It gives me the opportunity to give life, to all the things, which bring meaning to our existence, but the things that are patiently waiting behind the door of our fast paced day and never dare to ring the bell- scared that there is nobody to hear them. Scared that the meaning is slowly leaking, going to waste,  by our existence, embodied by routine.

I love silence. It is the dance floor, where my thoughts invite my emotions for a dance. The moments, when my darkest side, meets my brightest side. A fight between the two personalities within me.

The silent moments and their emptiness- the moments, when life stops, turns back and gives me its hand. It rushes me to follow it and opens the doors to a whole new world- a place, where my most sacred desires are awaiting.

With the approaching of the morning, I am slowly stepping towards my deepest desires. They sense my presence and slowly start waking up. They stand up and dust themselves off- a dust, which is a sign of putting off. They dust off their wrinkled clothes and one by one wake up for a new opportunity- desires, which are eagerly anticipating me, to stretch my hand and gift them- existence.

Silence, which has neither end nor beginning. It is just there- with all its opportunities. Silence, in which everything in excess is being settled down, giving room for the meaning to emerge on top and to touch my soul- a meeting between two eternities.

Silence, in which the true, the meaningful, wakes up and settles next to ne. Suddenly I see the world in a different perspective. Feels as if my sight becomes clearer and everything that was hiding under the visible, gets brighter outlines; becomes well shaped and hints me for its existence- for its potential to happen and become my reality.

The moments, when it feels as if the world goes silent, just so it can allow me to hear the whispering of who I can become- the whisper of what I am suppressing in myself, just because I always consider that it is not the best moment to give it freedom to create on the dance floor of my own life.

After all, isn’t life just what we allow it to be? Life is saturated with as much meaning, as we allow it to hold. Why do we let our own life die, slowly, day after day? Why do we refuse to give more life and meaning to our existence, by “feeding” it with what it is starving for?

The meaning… a painting which we draw with our own deeds…  paints, which we take from our soul and then color our life with them.

It is morning! I once again wake up early, before everybody else… just so I can meet the day and so it can know that somebody is waiting for it- impatiently. I once again wake up early, because I know that every day is a white sheet from the pages of my life. I know that yesterday and tomorrow do not exist. The past is a page, which I’ve already turned and even if I go back, it will never be the same. Because the past is not a constant. The past changes, together with the change in our own essence. The more you are today, the more is your past- the more meaning you could derive from it and the less you are dependent on what happened there.

Tomorrow… it doesn’t exist. Tomorrow hasn’t come yet and it is patiently waiting as a white sheet on the shelve. A white sheet, which is waiting for you to feel inspired, to grab it and then create- with your whole essence.

Today is my white sheet and I won’t make it wait for me. Today is a white sheet, which shouldn’t be left on the shelf, and shouldn’t be destined to gather dust. A white sheet, which I should use.

I wake up early… just so I can meet the day. Just so it can know, that somebody is waiting for it- filled with desire for life, filled with enthusiasm to create the world, I know I belong to. The world, which is filled with meaning, inspiration and beauty!

They say that the book that is left unwritten, is what kills you. Then what is left about the life that is left unexperienced?

Take the white sheet, which the day offers you and do not leave it on the shelf. Take it with you and create- with your soul!

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Ines Subashka

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