Chasing sunsets

Lately it's been a habit of mine to watch the sundown as often as I could. I would stop whatever I'm doing and run to the area where I could witness the sun's golden glory and bask into the fading light.

Most of the time people associate sunsets with an end, a welcome to the darkness of the night. And I don't blame them, I used to see it that way. However as I grew up I have understood better. That although sunsets may mean sadness and despair, it holds in itself a promise that this darkness is only temporary. For we all know, tomorrow the sun will shine again.

Sunsets are a constant: inevitably they will happen. They tell us more than just the end of the day, it serves as a reminder that our days are numbered and hence should not be wasted. In fact, they tell me to just keep on going, to do what I have to do, and possibly even what I want to do. It pushes me forward.

I'm just glad that I am living my life to the full, and I have pictures of the last three sunsets I have witnessed as proof. And although goodbyes too are inescapable, they are not forever.