(pic from january)
just felt like it was time I wrote about this.
k.
So overall, I would consider myself a big fan of sunsets. They typically are always a good thing. An excellent track record, that every time there is a sunset, it manages to be special, if we take the time to notice it.
I feel this way about late-afternoon sun too, though. Like, when it streams through the window and makes you cozy.
Early morning light is also great.
Is there any light that is bad?
High noon, beating down on your neck, that is Too Much Light.
I don’t know.
Anyway obviously the colors of sunsets are part of what makes them special. But is it also the change? The fact that things are changing while the sun is setting?
Do we love seasons because of the change they represent, either while going through them, or seeing them in the future?
Maybe we like sunsets because we’re optimists. “Ooh! Something is changing! Maybe it will be good change.”
That’s what I think.
And yet so many of us will say that we’re huge fans of stability, and that all we want is stability. But do we really want stability? Is it a sense of control, or things truly not changing?
Maybe we grasp for *not changing* so that we can feel like we know what is going to happen, but we never actually know what is going to happen.
Maybe we grasp for *not changing* because it’s less scary, and we think, we did these actions before and it produced those results… so we can expect them to again (?!)
Whoever came up with the quote that was like… “Doing the same thing and expecting different results is the definition of insanity.” Was that the quote? Something like that. I’ve had it quoted to me.
And that’s actually quite sane, because unless you have a time machine, and a matter machine, that literally causes all factors to perfectly stand still, you will never do the same thing twice.
Eh. Why am I writing this. I needed to write.
Anyway sunsets. I like sunsets.
I like to romanticize change. It’s not the change, it’s the creative dreaming that surrounds it. It’s the emotions. It’s making poetry, maybe? Of experiencing life? Like, taking what happens and tangentially leaping off to feel and construct meaning? Seeing what is not quite literally there?
PS
I just feel the need to self-consciously note, that this is a Blog Special. I would be far too self-conscious to ever tweet this.
Should I think twice about posting?
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