It
would be wonderful to awaken one morning to a world that’s totally new –
completely full of freshness, loaded with bloom and novelty, big with brand new
blessings – but what’s even more wonderful is to realize that this unblemished
new world is, in fact, with me every moment. I actually can’t escape newness. Strange
as it sounds, oldness is really nowhere because newness is always everywhere. All
I’m ever presented with is the pristine and spotless present moment, a moment
never before known by me or by anyone. It may sometimes seem similar to my past
moments – and this is what can make oldness seem so real – but, truth is, each
moment is a groundbreaking, cutting edge creation, coming to me the way dawn
does each morning. In each minute I have sixty seconds, sixty dawns, sixty new
sensations, sixty chances to celebrate something novel and new-fangled.
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