The impermanence of life ☀︎⏾

As I watch the sunset fall towards the Han river, I am reminded of one of the happiest times of my life. So much has changed and yet the sunset has remained the same: always setting in the West, turning the saturated sky into a vibrant watercolor portrait of burning oranges with  brushstrokes of soft pinks and purples. And yet, as beautiful as a watercolor painting may be, it is still watered down. A bland remnant of what was.

Sundrop.

Tear drop.

It is mocking me. Reminding me of all that I once had. The same sky where I had it all and the same sky where I lost it all. Much like the sunset, the sun has set in my life. The sun, now gone, is replaced with the coldness of Night as it creeps around me until I am fully enveloped into its shadowy embrace. I silently watch the city wake up as more and more lights illuminate the skyline. The city’s artificial lights being a sad imitation of the sun. The crescent moon rises, flashing me a Cheshire cat’s smile in a tone of mockery and ridicule. How can the moon be so haughty? When it is merely a mimicry of the sun and will never be the sun. Letting out a groan, I collapse onto a nearby park bench. I now await the sunrise.

Author’s Note:

Now that I have adjusted to adulthood (the worst hood I’ve ever lived in), I find myself ruminating over the transient nature of life. Everything is ephemeral. Just as happiness doesn’t last forever, so too does suffering. Is that a blessing or a curse? But seriously, why does suffering feel like “forever” in the moment? And moments of happiness so fleeting? We all live to wait for better days as we endure the difficult ones. An endless cycle. A routine we rinse and repeat.