One of the best and most favorite things I love doing is waking up in the morning, earlier than anybody else. I just love feeling the cold, damp air from my legs up to my neck and down my spine. I love listening to the birds, waking people up with their chirping. I sit down by the pavement and watch jeepneys, motorcycles and cars pass by. It is the only time of the day I appreciate listening to the sound of the engine, to feel of the wheel rubbing against the cemented street. I sit there, watching the puny, red ants make its way onto the candy plastics and peanut peels lying on the ground, indicating a life standing above it a night ago.
I love watching the sun rise. It’s as if a new life is being born, suggesting a new today, a new hope; another day to spend, to be happy, to make others happy.
Happiness comes to those who give love freely and who don’t demand that others love them first…be generous like the sun’s rays, which shine without asking first whether people deserve their warmth.
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