The sun sets on another day.
You have to often wonder when the sun sets if it grasps those last few moments of light and holds on to every moment until night embraces us all, and we are in darkness. Do you think the sun holds on, or does the sun know that with the darkness, that there is always a promise of a new day?
So it is (in my opinion) with our children. Do we grasp so hard at their innocence, that we miss the promise of a new day, and disallow them to learn the easy, and the difficult? In this new age of helicopter parents (That one make me laugh) and overprotective people, have we forgotten that with the sunset, there can be a new day? Can we learn from our child's innocent eye?
All we have is hope, and faith, two things that cannot be proven to mean much of anything. Hope, the only thing remaining in Pandora's box, allows us to see the best in people, even when we are seeing only the worst they have to offer, while faith gives us belief in something we cannot prove. They are separate but the same and trust that people do what is right.
Me I will try to trust, and know that in my heart, the sun will rise again, not because it wants to, but because it must. If I am left in that darkness that may never end, at least I had a good sunset.
Sunsets are always a bit easy, as they happen as long as the world rolls around. Since we all would not be reading this if the world stopped it is safe to assume that given is true. On the stormiest day there is still a sunset, you just have to move above the clouds to see it and take a moment to see the beauty in the day. So many times people focus on the negative not realizing that if they just raise a bit they will see the sunset they were looking for in their day. After all, we are not measured by the easy in life, we can be measured only by how we handle the difficult and how we rise above.
- The day ends soon and I do not cry
- for as I leave and breath and sigh
- I know the promise of new days
- will soon be coming now my way
- and if i should die before I wake
- I know this day I did partake
- of life and love and all that's true
- and hoped on high for life anew
Storms Storms blow through our lives each and every day. As the wind blows and devastates us we must remember that even though the sun may set on a day, it will one day rise on a new day, with a promise that even the worst storms will end. I have weathered many a storm only to find that in the end, the storm was not so bad as the experience of riding the highs and lows of life, and going where the waves may take me or where I could power myself through to a new beginning..
You know, as the sunset falls on another day I consider the depth of what passion is to me. By definition passion is "strong and barely controllable emotion" however most people think passion can be controlled. In my opinion passion for your job, life, or loved one, is the most precious thing in the world, and without it we struggle to hold on each and every day. When you walk into a room and are passionate about something the room will light up. If passion is for a person, why can't it be the overwhelming kind we all want, and not the mundane mediocrity many people seem to accept?