People often wait for the sun to set. Watching the sun hide and disappear from the horizon. Holding our breath as it leaves a beautiful scenery— very much perfect for that romantic shot we ought to take every time we witness one. But really.. Is it always that beautiful and breath-taking to see the sun, our only source of light—or maybe hope, say farewell to all of us?
Breath-taking? YES, literally! But, beautiful? Where’s beauty in saying goodbye to light? To hope?
Maybe there’s such a thing. Like what most of us say, there’s a rainbow always after the rain. But truth-be-told, it doesn’t always appear right after it stops pouring. Or maybe it’s been there even before the pouring ends but we just don’t see it right away. Or we just don’t have the sense to look for it. I don’t know. You tell me.
Most of us enjoy the heat of the sun or/and the cold and comforting touch of the rain. We hold on to it whenever possible. We feel nature taking-over our minds, blinding us from our pain, from the darkness, or our sorrows. We enjoy it. It brings pleasure— am I right or am I right? But one day, we just have to let it all go because it doesn’t bring any good to our body anymore. It’s not hard to do, it’s only painful. Saying goodbye to something that we take pleasure from isn’t as comforting as the pleasure of holding on to that single hope,that we already know from the beginning, will never ever favor us. Or just simply, turning-off the light when it’s time to go to bed makes us more scared of the monster under the bed than when we stay up ‘til 3:00am, when all that creepy things happen. Too much metaphor.. I know.
The point is: Losing or letting go of that false hope isn’t as beautiful as what your friends or even those famous words always tell you. Maybe one day we’ll see the ‘good’ but for now… We’ll only see what is left behind.
(written and posted on : Oct. 18. 2011)
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