I know It's cliché but....

Here I am, at 6:05 in the morning, blogging about the cliché of all clichés. Something I never thought I'd be doing, ever. However, this was probably the most imperfectly perfect sight I've ever had the chance to witness. The sunrise. 

Maybe it was because this was the first sunrise that I actually remember watching, or just because it was a sunrise over the ocean, or maybe it was simply because I was still half a sleep. I'm not sure, but for whatever reason this cliché really struck a nerve with me. As I said before, I had never really watched the sun rise. However, I have watched my fair share of Disney movies and was expecting nothing less than than a Lion King grade sunrise. Leave it to Disney to set up more unrealistic expectations. 

I did not see the sunrise with the severe beauty of the bright reds, yellows, and oranges that you might see on the internet, in romantic movie scenes, or in The Lion King. Nor was it the sunrise that shook my entire being or that left me a changed and better person. It was the sunrise that was partially hidden behind clouds. The sunrise that blanketed the sky in the softest pastels. It was a sunrise that forced me to feel all the world around me, the refreshing ocean breeze on my face, the morning songs of the birds, the cool sand between my toes, the smell of the salty ocean air, and the rhythmic crashing of the waves. The sunrise that had me waxing poetic... how very cliché. 

As the sun began cresting over the horizon and soft pastels faded away to the reds seeping into the clouds, a thought struck me. 

We are the sunrises. 

Like each sunrise from the beginning of time, each of us is unique and special. We are works of art constructed with love and care found in every minute detail. We were made perfectly imperfect by the greatest artist and creator. We are vast, beautiful, and brilliant, whether we are made from the vivid fiery reds or the understated beauty of the softest pastels. 

Because the Son rose, we rise every day. With our light we can light the paths of those who are lost in the dark. 

Therefore let your light so shine before this people, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father who is in heaven. 

3 Nephi 12:16

Like the sun we must rise everyday.

We are important and necessary for life; we are strong because even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise again.

So even though it's cliché, I still love the early mornings when it feels like the rest of the world is fast asleep and I'm the only one awake and everything feels like it isn't really real. I love that I forget about all my my problems and for a time it's just me, the world, and the sunrise.

With love (17 days till Lima!)

(Soon to be) Hermana Scarlett ❤