Sunsets are something I've always loved, the way the sun changes hue from lightly sparkling yellow to deepening molten red, the sunlight slowly fading away to the creeping darkness, and odd romantic thoughts suddenly swirling the breeze, coming seemingly from nowhere. Every time I really stop and watch a sunset, I feel an inward contradiction of feelings -- a deep sense of wellbeing pouring up from the last of the washing beams, yet also a sense of lost potential as though I've missed out on something, like life was meant to be something more that what I've yet lived
Whenever I watch the sun slowly descend upon the world, I'm always struck by a strange and timeless notion that the world is still full of possibility. I feel a connection to the grand, elusive scheme intertwining all of humankind, and am struck by something indefinable, that though I cannot define, still compels me to want to do better with my life than what I have done so far. Those of you who know me know that I love to quote my favorite authors. This one is one of my absolute favorites from Henry David Thoreau. "When we are unhurried and wise we perceive that only great and worthy things have any absolute and permanent existence, that petty fears and petty pleasures are but the shadow of reality."
Perception is such an odd thing. Most of my days, I perceive very little beyond the duties of the day and the simple pleasures found within each one. But then, every so often, when I genuinely stop to gaze at a sunset, or walk a moonlit path, suddenly I perceive something more, something grand and compelling that seems to fill up the night. And once that happens, once I perceive something truly great and wonderful, I am compelled to do better with my life. I can't live simply resigned to common pleasures and routines. It's so odd to me that I can be manipulated by such whimsical forces. But I'm glad for the fact, glad that every now and again, something can break me free from the normal day to day and give me a glimpse of those welcomed romantic thoughts I often push away from my mind.
I'm positive that I am not the only one who falls victim to this odd romantic phenomenon. This is not a feeling of regret, where being alone causes a person to reminisce about the things they've lost in life that cannot be gotten back, and all the mistakes that led them to that place. This is something different, something hopeful and full of potential. For those who aren't near a place where you can go and see a beautiful sunset, here is one of my favorite romantic poems from the poet Thomas Moore about his love of sunsets:
"How dear to me the hour when daylight dies And sunbeams melt along the silent sea. For then sweet dreams of other days arise And memory breathes her vesper sigh to me And as I watch the line of light that plays Along the smooth wave toward the burning west I long to tread that golden path of rays And think, twould lead to some bright isle of rest."
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