When the sun goes down...

It gets you up into heaven... and then down into hell. Over and over again. One change after another. Surprises every time. Like a rollercoaster. Like love. Like many things in the world.


When days are just passing by and there's nothing you can do about it. By watching the clouds in the sky, take a glance at a second of a sunset; be quick - it's getting dark. And another day is over again. It needs to reach its end in order to get anything other started: completely different, or the same.

There are many kinds of natural beauties, like the sun-rays' reflections on a river's surface, the green of the grass, a blooming lilac, and so on. However, in my opinion, the sunset and the sunrise can compete with them.


For example, the sunset itself is known as a romantic, but on the other hand a bit mournful (or even sentimental) event. Not that time, when you can take your time and staring at it with someone you truly love. In this sense, the whole moment becomes extremely unique. The feeling of peace, quiet, caring and harmony will drench your heart in happiness. On the other hand, it means the time of the night. The calling of adventure, fun, party... or even danger.


Those who'd rahter wake up very early in the (still dark, star-pointed) morning and prefer watching the rise of the sun can really feel that they're gifted. With a promise of an entirely new day on this fragile Earth, filled with pleasure and as well as challeneges... To help others, showing some extraordinary piece of our vulnerable soul, to take the chances which life gives us, instead of being envious, willing, violent and warlike. To build a different future in the 21st century breakdown while we're trapped in the present forever.

What if that this all gives a meaning to life?

"When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace." /Jimi Hendrix/