I woke to the sunrise: the colors melting together on the palette of the horizon. I woke to a new dawn, a new perspective. I woke feeling good--about the day, about myself, about you, about her, about him, about everyone, and about my separation and my adaptation. I woke with a smile on my face, and an inability to be miserable about things and people who I had grown apathetic to. I woke carefree and innocent and pure again. I woke zealous and passionate and ardent for life and for God and for love and for art and hobbies and everything I could positively consider. I woke to be everything you could never be and everything I had tried to be.

I woke. I no longer let love blind me and convince me that they are blameless. I no longer let pride label me as a victim. I no longer understand my command of forgiveness to be "accept always, even when it hurts." I learned to walk away, and I thank everything and everyone in the universe that I did. I forgave and I forget--and I've moved on, really.

I am awake. I am free. I am loved. I am happy.

Are you?

Hakuna matata. ;)