I always think about my waking up every morning, it's not a dream it's a reality seeing the clouds the sun that reaches my window saying the day is going to begin, but where is my story of the day, it all starts with my awakening it's like a blank page where the whole day will be, since tomorrow will be my present, my awakening becomes part of my past, I just think everything I lived in life is worth it just for one day, of course if only the time of the things I did is worth it, as we will also do for a new awakening
