It comes slowly. Very, very slowly. Peeping out behind the clouds, breaking through new dirt, stumbling across a tattered carpet: it is the first sunlight, the first plant, the first step. So many firsts in a world of monotony and we hardly seem to notice them. But the fact is that there is a first time for everything: even to notice how big the small things are in life. How big our dreams are in a world that makes them small… it is only then that we can realize how infinite our possibilities are. This is the first step to achieving our dreams: realizing how much it means to notice a first.
Today was the first time I appreciated the warmth, the sun, the air and the reality of how beautiful everything around me was. I realized it because I have been stuck inside all winter and that, for me, is a first.