The awakening burrow and you wake up. It
opens the eyes and it becomes to contemplate
the same scenes of yesterday. For its agile mind,
suffered pains pass in cinematographic scene.
You feel dolorido and tired the body. In the
mouth, the taste of the bitterness, that I eat fel,
wounds to it palate. New day… However, even
so the sleep night, the fights will not be new. The
financial problems had not been solved in the
interval of some hours. The disease that one
abated in its home did not leave. To the opposite,
you feels present more of what never, in the
moans that already arrive to it at ears. It has that
to rise themselves of the stream bed and to
return to the fights. The same fight. You feel loss
of heart and think: Why God did not take off me
the life, while he slept? I feel myself exausto. Not
desire more to suffer, nor to fight. However, the
minutes run céleres and are necessary to retake
the activities. Between the sadness and the
discouragement, you if it raises and it opens the
window. In this instant, the sun beats to it in full
in the face and illuminates its room. Light
becomes and the light spanks the darknesses. It
is new day - it informs the sun to it. It has joys in
air - the birds sing. The breeze of involves it to
the morning and the nature invites it to all to
reformulate its close disposals. One instant stops.
It fulls its pulmões with the renewed air of the
morning. It breathes deeply. It contemplates the
blue one of the sky and directs to the Creator its
prece. Prece of gratitude for plus one day in the
body. Instead of supplicating the God who takes
off it the life, supplicate-It forces for the combat. It
is new day. You cannot imagine what Deity
reserved to it for today. It thinks in how many
people they would long for to be in its place,
now. Disease, pain, unemployment are problems
to be managed and equated, to the long one of
the existence. Record that the Deity it provided
one day of light you to train, another time,
disciplines, patience, pardon. It does not lose the
chance. It does not play except possibilities of
growth and rescue. E today, while you suffer,
fight and wait, glad with the sounds of the life,
with the smile of children, with the coloring of the
Nature that the Creative Father made use
especially for you. She smiles. The fights could be
similar, but not identical. Because day as this
never had and it will not have another time. God
does not happen again itself. He lingers myself to
discover it details and observe the wealth
surrounds that it. Friends, colleagues, tricks,
abraços. Nothing he will be equal what already he
was. He enjoys integrally of this day, because
equal day to this a time is only lived. Each day is
new blessing. Each minute is spontaneous
chance of growth. It thinks about this!