There is something undeniably romantic about the sun.
Maybe it's the inevitability of its destruction,
Maybe it's the fact that we can all relate to the fact that we are all waiting for permission to die,
Even something as untouchable as the sun is waiting for its turn at the slaughter house.
The very thing that we all depend on for survival is just as fragile as us.
We needn't be afraid of our light any longer because even the sun knows that it isn't everlasting.
There is something undeniably romantic about the fact that like all of us, the sun is pre- determined to self destruct.