The Setting Sun

The Setting Sun


I travelled on a boat once. When we reached a point where the land was nowhere visible my eyes fathomed if I were never to see the shore again. I closed my eyes and let my imagination run past my reality and when I opened my eyes I saw the setting sun. This is life. You start on land and when it ends your feet are adrift and far away is the horizon pulling you closer and closer till darkness encompasses your entire vision. You float. You ponder. Slowly the setting sun sets for the last time. And between this life and the other lies a small moment of choice. The choice you make today.

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