There was one sunset, of all the rest, I will never forget. All the green countryside miles, all the flashy cars in furious thunderstorms, all the music that matched the red oranged skies of the dusk (because they were as pure as that) - all of that remains untouched by the jaws of time. The sunset of our first night together.
I've sinced learned what it means to love, to let go, and to never look back. I've loved and let go of it, but I can never, ever forget that one sunset of my life.
Many more will follow, many more will surely become objects of nostalgia. That's the way of life, I suppose. And all those dreams we shared, I don't regret any of them. It's good to look back and remember a time when life was easy to live and so full of sunshine; where smiles and eyes were easy to reach.
But I'm better now than I was then. A better man, with better dreams, and hungry for new sunsets. And while it feels good to remember those days of youth, I know nostalgia belongs in the realms of shallow fantasies. I can only reminisce the good times we had, but I know there was grief and gloom and thunder at times... only Time seems to make everything seem so perfect. Or distance does that. Maybe we do when we look back at the greatest moments of our lives, just because we can not relive them in the same way.
But there's no telling when or where the next sunset is going to happen. There's joy in the past, but there's also an unsettling thrill in the future. There are moments waiting outside of my boundaries, and I still don't know that I know.
We always fear the future. We fear the good things. We fear Death because we are too afraid of not having anything at all to fear. But we need fear. We need it to feel other emotions. We need loss to value life. And we need the night to wish for the day. And we need the present to hope for the future and make the best of it out of our yesterdays.