Scribblings from a diary

5th March 2006

6:55 am
I enjoy watching the sun rise. Every time I see the light peeking out from beyond the clouds, it seems to me like there is hope once again. That little bit of hope keeps me going back to watch it every morning, just to feel like my life is headed somewhere brighter than it looks.

Today is no different. I am sitting here on my usual bench at Plaid's Park, waiting for the darkness to fade again. This is the only time in the day when I feel relaxed and free of frustration. Yet I dread the sunrise. It marks the start of another day in my pent-up life; another day spent lamenting my fate; another day spent lumbering around begging for work to do.

Some people say that the watching the sunrise is the most enjoyable thing in the world. I beg to differ. I believe that the moment just before the sunrise is way more beautiful. It is at that moment that you realise that everything that you had been waiting for was about to happen. In that fleeting instant, you enjoy the warmth of hope infused with the certainty that your hope will be duly rewarded. You know that intense happiness will follow. And you know you will feel hopeful and beautiful again.

That is the most enjoyable thing in the world.