She was a dreamer. A thinker. Sometimes she felt like a philanthropist.
Every night she would wait for the sunrise but she did not know why.
She had a beautiful mind and she could be cynical, but she was not ignorant, she was a realist.
One night as she waited for the sun to rise she began to think.
She thought not only of the goodness she would encounter after the sun rose, but the mistakes and the pain.
She realized that her inner strength would not be found through the eases of life. It would be found by each and every mistake and how she dealt with it; how she learnt.
She may not of encountered physical pain, through things such as war, but she felt pain through intimacy, loss and desire. A different kind of war. A personal war.
She could never even imagine the battles that her friends and family were encountering, let alone a strangers.
She thought and thought, but then she smiled.
If she never felt pain, how would she know what love, happiness and friendship were.
She found such beauty as the darkness made its transition into light, and how each complimented each other.
This was the very reason why she awaited the sunrise.