Star InactiveStar InactiveStar InactiveStar InactiveStar Inactive

The sun sets on another day...

A picture is worth a thousand words. Well, an advertising executive once said inferring that the cover will get people to buy more than content ore the book itself. Perhaps it is true, perhaps a good story is not as important as the cover that sells it. Perhaps the fame of a writer is more than the content of their book.

Then again, as sunset passes tonight and I am assailed by yet another fantastic West Michigan Sunset I can do nothing but think of the pure passion that is exuded from both pictures and words. A picture can  show you a sunset, but it cannot convey the feeling that washes over you when you see the sheer magnitude of the horizon. A picture can relate color and depth, but it cannot give you the breeze blowing across your face prickling every hair on your body as it caresses you with the twilight winds. A picture can give the movement of the ocean, but it cannot accurately describe the thundering roar of the surf, and the sheer power of wave after wave pounding rock and sand.

Yes, a picture may be worth a thousand words, but a thousand words can perhaps change a lifetime.

So as the sun sets on another day, consider well your words, and as you consider them, consider this sunset picture, and how many words it would take to let you visualize being there. It is a journey we seek, and in the picture and the words where we find it.

Sleep sweet, love life, and hold on...

User Rating: 5 / 5

Star ActiveStar ActiveStar ActiveStar ActiveStar Active

The sun sets on another day...

Sunset was unexpected. The clouds rolled in and it was obvious the night sky was taking over, then as the final moments came, the clouds parted and it was nice. No, better than nice, spectacularly understated.

As I sat watching the sky I had a short conversation with a man next to me. He was more than nice, pleasant, and we talked books and movies for a minute. We were about 10 feet from each other so there was no mask and a lot of smiles. There was a time when people were around each other always, and when free discussions happened all the time. There was a time.

I won't bore you with philosophy or personal bias right now except to say, we should all be saying a few more kind words. If there are only 29000 sunsets in a normal life, every day should have positives. Why have negatives laying around making you feel bad, jump out, make the world and you a positive one. We can be examples for positive in our life, and be examples for positives in others as well.

So as the sun sets on another day, maybe we should all be saying a few kind words daily, so today I say, I hope you have a good evening and an even better night, no matter what.

Sleep sweet, love life, and feel it all...


User Rating: 5 / 5

Star ActiveStar ActiveStar ActiveStar ActiveStar Active

The sun sets on another day...

I am always amazed at the sunset, tonight was no different. The sunset came and blasted the skies with color, then passed off to the west and left the stars to keep us company. So it goes each night, a progression that is for all of our time.

There is a story most people know some part of about seven bland men and an elephant. The men have no sense of sight so they are put in the room with the elephant and each is asked to describe it. Hmm, I pause here so you can see the story:

A group of blind men were told that a strange animal, called an elephant, had been brought to the town, but none of them were aware of such a creature. Out of curiosity, they said: "We must know it by touch, of which we are capable". So, they sought it out, and when they found it they groped about it. The first person, whose hand landed on the trunk, said, "This being is like a thick snake". For another one whose hand reached its ear, it seemed like a kind of fan. As for another person, whose hand was upon its leg, said, the elephant is a pillar like a tree-trunk. The blind man who placed his hand upon its side said the elephant, "is a wall". Another who felt its tail, described it as a rope. The last felt its tusk, stating the elephant is that which is hard, smooth and like a spear.

The question is of course, were they right or wrong. This is an age old perspective quiz and can be told many ways. In my opinion none were wrong, but none were right either. If you can accept that you must know that you can be in a situation where you are not wrong, but not right. Each man was sure of their perspective by their knowledge and senses. Make no mistake, their knowledge played a part as well. 

I ask that any person consider that while think they are surely right consider the next person may have knowledge and senses that may be different. As such, you may not be wrong or right, and they may not be wrong or right, but instead everyone seeing their small piece of a very big picture. It would be amazing if people could just realize that for a moment. 

So as the sun sets on another day, I can't find my elephant, well, I will, but it doesn't matter, listen to others, be confident in yourself but be humble enough to realize there is a bigger picture, and keep smiling all you can, no matter what.

Sleep sweet, love with all your soul, and enjoy all you can each day...

Star InactiveStar InactiveStar InactiveStar InactiveStar Inactive

The sun sets on another day...

Sunset was amazing as always, and as I watched the sun set through the trees I smiled at the sparkling lights playing across my field of vision.

There is a song called time in a bottle. It surmises that if time could be saved in a bottle we have items we want to spend time with, and often those items boil down to people. It also points out that there never seems to be enough time to do the things we want to do once we find them. A true statement if you let it be one. Time is fluid and as such it always seems to be running through our fingers, slipping away like water between our fingers.

Why is it we always seem to create containers to hold things that can't be held? Why is it we know what needs to be done but we think if we approach it a different way, that somehow putting it in a container will make it possible?

I have known a lot of people who like to compartmentalize their thoughts and the people around them. They identify key traits and then put those people in their boxes, and set them aside thinking those boxes will make it easier. Like time, putting someone in a box is akin to trying to catch air in a butterfly net, as you swing harder the air escapes more easily, and in the end the world just doesn't work that way. It never has, nor will it ever. If you think it can, it is a good illusion.

I have an idea. Instead of putting time in a bottle and people in boxes, lets make our days count. Let's give everyone the time they deserve now, and throw our boxes in the recycle bin. After all, even if you only have today you will have a good today, and tomorrow you can begin again. Stop expecting more, and just make it all it can be each day, no matter what "it" is, and along the way, have some fun. Life is worth it.

So as the sun sets on another day, it was a good day, and I have no boxes or bottles, perhaps I have no time either, but I will act like it each day, no matter what.

Sleep sweet, love deeply, and make every moment count...