Als 's morgens het licht When in the morning, light
door de gordijnen dringt enters through the curtains
smelten je laatste dromen. your last dreams melt away.
Er klinken geluiden You can hear sounds
uit de achtertuinen from the backyards
een buurman stapelt stenen a neighbour piles up some rocks
een rammelende kettingkast. a rattling chain.
Het is vandaag de eerste dag Today, it is the first day
om met iets te beginnen to start something
waar niemand aan begon. nobody ever started.
This was a poem I received in a letter from a friend, and the translation she supplied me with. Even out of the original language I think it's a beautiful poem, with a great message. All too often we begin our days with regret that we have to get out of bed, go to work, do chores, look at our long 'to do' lists, but we should be rising and looking forward to what our day has to offer, what we can achieve, how we can bring happiness into our lives and those of others. And no matter that it feels mundane to us, each time we start a day, it's a day that no one else has started exactly like that. Which is quite special.
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