If in the morning we wake, some will attribute it to answered prayers. Some will credit healthy living. Others will attest to a solid spiritual lifestyle, and granola.Waking up in the morning might be a good thing, or not. It depends upon a particular perspective. Seven billion people on the planet, seven billion different perspectives—there’s bound to be some difference of opinion.
I wake up in the morning because the sun rises, or because one of the Chihuahuas in my house barks to wake me so that I’ll let him out to go potty.
I open my eyes and that’s that—nothing more to it. I either get out of bed or I don’t. Usually I get out of bed, unless I’m ill, which happens only once about every two years.
Waking up doesn’t come with any revelry for me, yet I suppose some might called my life blessed. I do what I want when I want. I get to navigate the day without dodging bullets, without sorting through rubble to find loved ones, without wondering whether I might step on a land mine on my way to work. The water I drink is potable. The food I eat, for the most part, is well cultivated. My house is warm. I’ve yet to suffer a life-threatening illness. I have no serious physical afflictions, other than the usual “getting old” aches and pains. And yet, I complain about the way things are, and I struggle to get more of everything.
Maybe I keep waking up just to see whether I’ll wake up smarter than the day before.