Mornings are the worse now, they usually always were. It’s when most of my doubts would hit me. Right around the time when my eyes open, my brain virtually awakens and my emotional being has risen. It’s as if my mind goes into total reboot from the night’s rest and I have to teach myself all over again everything I need to, to regain whatever strength and motivation I need to carry on with my day. I’m not sure what I am. I’m not sure if I’m bored, lonely or frustrated. But I know that every once in a while ..as often and sometimes as rare as it comes there’s another feeling. I cannot say what it is only because I don’t know. It surpasses happiness but isn’t overwhelming. Maybe it’s hope. I mean after all, isn’t that all we can really do? Hope. Hope to not end up with the wrong regrets.