No matter how much pain I'm in, the sun will still come up the next morning.
And the day after.
And the day after that.
Even when I don't necessarily want it to. Even when I wish it wouldn't, life will go on.
Even when I feel as though the intensity of what I am going through should stop the world from turning, it continues to turn.
My body makes demands. I have to get out of bed or off the sofa or off the floor. Eventually, I will move out into that world that keeps turning, move into that sun that keeps rising and take up my life again, maybe bearing more burdens than before, maybe with a heavier step.
Then one day, maybe much sooner than I expect or far longer than I think it should be, it won't be so hard to get out of bed. I will catch myself smiling. I will forget to drag the pain along with me for every second. I will feel joy again.
Life will move on. And the sun will rise again.