A lot of people prefer sunsets over sunrises. I could say I am one of them and there’s a deep reason why I and the vast majority do. Darkness comes into the picture as the sky bursts showing its mystical glow to the world making its part to end the agonizing day most of us would feel. We could finally murmur under our breaths, while the cold air and dark sky bring us comfort during our toughest cries.
Although it symbolizes the finale of the cycle; the grand gesture for us to break down our walls, gives a sense of consolation. Just the thought of it being so short scares me. Sunsets give a sort of longing for everything to end, to let the void swallow us whole while sunrises give the opposite of the latter. It reminds us of the pain we have yet to feel and the past lingering here, it’s countless and endless. But no matter how much we beg for sunsets and dusk to come; the sunrise and daylight will always be longer than the great war we have with ourselves.
That war of being alone in our dimmed hearts, mind, and soul. Alone with the thoughts. Alone with the burdens. Alone, all alone. Because at dusk, no one will see you. The you whom you push away, the you whose mask is astray, the you who depends on the optimistic rays of the sun to be your own persona even though you’re shadowing it just to seem okay. You can’t hide under a sheet to cover the wounds you try to recover. We can’t always run away from the brightness that may now ignite from the tide you see where the sun would set and rise.
The past is an old foe or maybe an old friend. It is something bittersweet to go on and reminisce about, it is a chapter you are meant to reread and not relive. It would hurt to look back, but it wouldn’t hurt more if you said goodbye, right? To wave goodbye to that ache that tugs you to run your cycle—the sunset cycle all over again.
Even if things are unchanged, dawn will always break. No matter how you stare at your wall, with your eyes puffed up; with the window letting in the burning sensation of the sunbeam hitting your skin. You hear your clock tick moving forward and with no sleep, dawn is there to say hello. It brings us a new found hope, a new beginning, and a new day for us to start all over again. It’s not because of what passed— of what the past has brought. It’s about what will happen.
Maybe we should appreciate sunrises more this time around, don’t you think so? To start anew. Grasping the new longing– the peace which we all deserve. To accept the things that had to change, the things that ended and are unfolding. Don’t hide in the shadows nor run from where light can’t see you. Face the future– the sunrise if you may, with your heart ready to start.