There are no words that completely capture the essence of a sunset – all the vibrant colors mixed onto one beautiful canvas of sky. Sometimes when I see a sunset, it reminds me of a children's painting. There are no lines to color inside, and yet it is still beautiful.
When I see even a glimpse of a sunset, my head stops spinning. All the thoughts, all my worries, everything I am stressed about suddenly fall away into a pile of unimportance.
I realize how lucky I am, how incredibly lucky I am that I can see this beautiful sky. We are so lucky that there are some things in life so big that humanity cannot smother their beauty.
Sunsets remind me of the beautiful things in life; the things I cannot control, but that I am still forever grateful to have. Sunsets spark my wonder. A sunset sets a fire with its bright orange, and ignites inspiration: a burning sensation to do something important, something that is meaningful, and that will last, something that will last, like I hope this sunset will.
Sunsets are beautiful, but they are intimidating. Their boldness casts a presence so huge that it makes me realize how small I really am. I am simply one in seven billion people, on one planet under this huge sky with its powerful sunset.
I am in awe of the sky and the hold it has on me. It is not simply the colors and the brightness of sunsets that stun me, but it is the vastness of the sky itself. When the colors disappear as the sun falls over the last mountain and leaves us in the dark, the first stars appear. The second wave of wonder and pure calmness sets in.
From an extremely young age I have had a fascination with the stars. I know the names of some of the constellations, and used to make up my own while I lay on my back on the grass with my mom. This might be one of my earliest memories. My whole life I have loved the stars. No matter what I am doing, if there are stars visible in the sky, I look. I look sometimes for a very long time.
Looking at the stars is like a drug that cures me from the reality of my life. It puts all the struggle and pain into perspective for me. Like the sunset, stars make me feel small. Stars make me remember that there are bigger things in life than the things I worry about all day until the stars come out. I can't even begin to explain the way looking into a sky full of stars feels. It is bigger than wonder. The stars give me a sense of protection. Like no matter what, the stars in the sky are always going to be there, even in the day when I cannot see them.
Sunsets, stars, and the sky will always be a part of my life. When life gets so busy, or feels too claustrophobic, the sky with its brilliant colors and blazing stars will be there to reset my brain. There will never be words to describe the feeling, and I think I prefer it that way. It keeps the wonder and the mysteriousness of the experience of something so big and powerful, there is no way to sum it up.
When I see even a glimpse of a sunset, my head stops spinning. All the thoughts, all my worries, everything I am stressed about suddenly fall away into a pile of unimportance.
I realize how lucky I am, how incredibly lucky I am that I can see this beautiful sky. We are so lucky that there are some things in life so big that humanity cannot smother their beauty.
Sunsets remind me of the beautiful things in life; the things I cannot control, but that I am still forever grateful to have. Sunsets spark my wonder. A sunset sets a fire with its bright orange, and ignites inspiration: a burning sensation to do something important, something that is meaningful, and that will last, something that will last, like I hope this sunset will.
Sunsets are beautiful, but they are intimidating. Their boldness casts a presence so huge that it makes me realize how small I really am. I am simply one in seven billion people, on one planet under this huge sky with its powerful sunset.
I am in awe of the sky and the hold it has on me. It is not simply the colors and the brightness of sunsets that stun me, but it is the vastness of the sky itself. When the colors disappear as the sun falls over the last mountain and leaves us in the dark, the first stars appear. The second wave of wonder and pure calmness sets in.
From an extremely young age I have had a fascination with the stars. I know the names of some of the constellations, and used to make up my own while I lay on my back on the grass with my mom. This might be one of my earliest memories. My whole life I have loved the stars. No matter what I am doing, if there are stars visible in the sky, I look. I look sometimes for a very long time.
Looking at the stars is like a drug that cures me from the reality of my life. It puts all the struggle and pain into perspective for me. Like the sunset, stars make me feel small. Stars make me remember that there are bigger things in life than the things I worry about all day until the stars come out. I can't even begin to explain the way looking into a sky full of stars feels. It is bigger than wonder. The stars give me a sense of protection. Like no matter what, the stars in the sky are always going to be there, even in the day when I cannot see them.
Sunsets, stars, and the sky will always be a part of my life. When life gets so busy, or feels too claustrophobic, the sky with its brilliant colors and blazing stars will be there to reset my brain. There will never be words to describe the feeling, and I think I prefer it that way. It keeps the wonder and the mysteriousness of the experience of something so big and powerful, there is no way to sum it up.
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