Plain and simple: our world is an amazing place if you know where to look.

I've been meaning to write a blog for a while now but I just didn't know what to log. I had been waiting.

The time has come.

I have been traversing the same route to work for over a year now and only just at the start of this year have I really started to pay attention. Or maybe I’ve just been waking up earlier?

Getting ready for work this morning, I caught a glimpse outside the window and saw dawn fast rising. I urged myself to prepare at a faster rate so that I would experience the sunrise in all it's morning glory.

I live on a street.

My street is busy.

I always disliked living on a street.

You can't walk outside and grab your mail in nothing but underwear (I know, I know, I do it anyway).

But there was one advantage to the road I lived on. Busy roads are typically latitude-ly correct in Melbourne.

And mine was.

As I opened our garage door and fired up my rice rocket. I strolled onto the road and faced east. I was captivated at the beauty of our Victorian autumn sky. The pre-sun rays were beginning to beam through the centre of my perspective. The straight road created a clear line of sight to the horizon.

The colours depicted are so unique and difficult to describe but maybe that's because I don't really know colours. I like to think I do but I don't.

At best I can say that from the ground up, it began with a light transparent yellow leaking into a humble orange and then somehow managing to transpire to a heavenly blue and, since it was 06:33, it merged into a heavily dark navy blue as you started to reverse-nod your head in a vertical fashion. All the while, remnants of fog were still eminent. It was as if someone snapped a photo, then using Photoshop, used the Blur tool and made massive long blurred streaks.

I will leave the adjective selection up to you because I've truly run out of words that could accurately detail the beauty of the sun rising - if there even is a word that could.

I will note that this is not the first time I have seen something as gorgeous. My journeys to work are almost always overwhelmed with beautiful sunrises (the one advantage of living in the west).

My motive for posting a blog about it?

I was scrolling through my News Feed this morning and I saw a post from a friend from church and he mentioned that almost all his blogs entailed the beginning "I hate it when... blah blah blah"

He found it easier to write about things that he hated as opposed to things he loved. This is unfortunately true with most people - apologies for the generalisation but seriously.

Clearly there's a whole 'nother level of discussion there which could go on forever.

Staying on track, I decided to post a optimistic piece of work which entails me basically shoving my opinion down your throat about inaugurating ourselves to seeing the glass half full.

It saddens me that there are more pessimists vs. optimists. And there’s something very oxymoronic about that sentence…

In regards to a sunrise, I believe it’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen. Yet it’s a daily occurrence and we have the inclination to overlook it and hence not being able to appreciate it. Maybe I’m just blessed to be able to have a job that allows me to work earlier. Who knows.

But seriously, sometimes it’s healthy for us to just stop and smell the roses (cliché ftw).

This may seem a bit off-topic but there is this wonderful girl I know and when I was getting to know more about her, I came to realise she was this sort of neo-misanthropist in respect to mainstream social culture. I understood her standpoint because I used to be just like her but there was a tendency for it to influence her general outlook. She wasn't necessarily left-wing but she - let's just say that at most times, she didn't see the positive 50. Albeit I've only known her enough to the point where, if it was a normal relationship, we would’ve only just been able to comfortably talk without the advent of an awkward turtle. It was bewildering that we were lengths ahead of that. Or maybe she could have been lying to me the whole time; presenting me with a complete substitute of herself. I guess I’ll never know now.

Anyhow, she recommended I read a book which apparently is her favourite and it essentially tells the tale of a beautiful prostitute that captures the heart of a devout Christian man and has him taken aback. He perseveres in making a better life for her and bringing happiness into her darkly world. In all her obscurity, he saw the good in her and he was compelled by God to bring productive change into her life.

As I blitzed through it I somewhat felt as though that was why we met – why I was brought into her life; for me to insert affection, kindness and progression to her life. I saw the good in her and I wanted to bring it out so that it overwhelmed all of her.

Long story short,

It wasn't me.

Whoever it is, I pray he will carry the same level of perseverance, patience and effort - if not more. Because I know for a fact that in the end, the results will far outweigh the costs. As long as he sees the vista, win.

Where am I getting with this?

I believe we should strive to view the good things in life. As cliché as it sounds, it's basically all that we need right now considering the times. John Lennon was definitely on the right track when he once said that all we need is love.

I guess this is sort of timely bearing in mind that Easter has just passed.

And I wouldn’t be gambling if I was to say that everyone already knows the moralistic story behind Easter so I won't bother wasting precious bytes by retelling it.

By now I'm positive (no pun intended) that you’ve caught my drift. If not then... start from the top and concentrate harder and think inside the square - I'm not being cryptic. The first line tells it best.