A beginning. A start. It's fresh, it's clean, empty yet full of potential. 

I struggled to focus on what has been handed over me now, this empty canvass of a day. And i have the freedom to create something, no matter what color is given to me. Some days i get my favorite colors, like yellow, orange and blue. On good days, i usually paint the beach , the sunset or the smile of a child. But i learned that it's not just about the colors. Some days even yellows and oranges look sad. And i paint nothing but a lonely stroke of each color. 

The images of the previous days haunt me. There has been way too many single strokes of color, i know my life has been void of joy & freedom. My days have ended with a handful of regrets and prayers composed of one sentence. I am afraid to paint a similar image. I know that i shouldn't have depended on what i thought i know. Should have consulted the Master in the first place. I should have let Him paint with me. And i fight to believe that today, indeed is a different day.

Later on, my feet endured through the hot sand as i made a quick run to the waters. I have waited the whole week to find myself by the sea. I looked up and saw how God adorned the skies today with beautiful clouds. I lifted my hands as though i can reach them. I let the sound of the sea drown all the worries and doubts that have been living in my heart. I let the laughter of my friend dissolve all the loneliness...

This is a different day, i told myself. This is my new beginning.