i feel very... nua. lol. as in, that feeling where u dun feel like doing anything, just melting and relaxing. sorta like an ice cream. haha. i get this way alot, especially during sunsets. theres just something about it:) then recently our GP teacher asked us to read Martin Luther King's "I have a dream speech" and damn, it was chock full of metaphors, descriptions, feeling... at the risk of being cliche, i'd say that even without its aim of liberating Negroes, its still a moving and powerful speech, able to touch the emotions we've buried in the face of logic and efficiency. and i remembered that i like to do such stuff too, way back when. so i decided that i might as well brush up... and what better subject than the sunset:)
Sunset. A time of beauty, where we celebrate an ending, rather than a start. As the radiant sun rests, it takes on a red hue of the deepest maroon, yet at the same time, the brightest amaranth. the sight is soothing, as it brings upon a quiet contemplation of life; of its impermanence, of its strength, of its elegance. "Life isn't about how many breaths you take, but the moments that take your breath away." And that is true beauty. A flare of passion and love, an instant of inspiration and awe, a dash of grace and abandon is all it takes for one to feel alive.
Sunset. The moment whereupon life-giving light, in its dying moments, exude an illustrious aura, captivating, entrancing all that watch, before fading into a silent darkness, leaving us with an emptiness. An emptiness that isn't at all regretful or uneasy, but calming and comforting.
Sunset. In its crimson glory, it is more valuable than the most resplendent diamond, more fervent than the most passionate love. Its delicate allure is akin to that of a translucent dewdrop upon a beryl blade of grass at first dawn; of the delightful chirping of swallows as they flit around in playful abandon; of the the peaceful sapphire of an ocean framed by soft, silk sand. It is Nature as its zenith. It is a phenomenon of transcendent beauty, made all that more precious in its fleeting.
Sunset. Isn't it ironic how, despite its ephemeral nature, gazing upon it makes one lose all urgency as the world becomes irrelevant in the face of such everlasting yet evanescent beauty? Isn't it ironic how, the loneliness and the unknown it signals adds to its captivating lure? Isn't it ironic how, its inevitability makes one feel abysmally unimportant yet immeasurably intrinsic?
whew. that was... quite refreshing. much better than the super dull and repetitive econs essays and history essays. no offence! but i'm getting rusty:/ had to check thesaurus for fleeting and beauty. haiz. need to get writing more!
was going to deal with the subject of love, but i feel all arty-fartied out. i'll do it some other time:) today's post is quite short, so i leave you with this youtube video! personally i don't like clicking on video links, cos they load slow on third party websites.... but its worth it! check it out! :) :) :)
oh and one last thing, i found this on my old blog. and i thought it was cool:) so i'm gonna repost it here:)
the blur of the focused
the burn of the freezingthe hope of the damned
the joy of the grieving
the pain of the numb
the hate of the virtuous
the love of the cynic.
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