Why I get up in the morning

I get up in the morning because I need to stretch, need to feel sleep run out from me. I get up because my days are numbered and I want today to be among the ones I lived.

So that I can make myself tea, strong and milky, or coffee, dark and fragrant. Eat my favourite meal of the day. So that when good news comes, I'll be there to hear it. So that when bad news comes I'll be among those who comfort or fight it. So that yesterday's mistakes get just a little further away, and so that I learn to live without deleting what I said, or apologising for everything I can't take back. So that tomorrow's hope becomes clearer, and all of the joys I'm yet to live are just that little bit closer.

Life will happen, whether or not I'm there to see it. So I want to be up when it happens. That's why I get up in the mornings.