Staring At The Sunset Poem

I don’t like sunsets. They’re not special. To see a sunrise, one has to work for it. Plus, what they represent is more poetically uplifting—the dawn of a new day. A new chapter. A beginning to what will be.

That’s why I wake up every day in search of sunrise.

Maybe others have an easier time with it, but I never know quite where to look. My sense is that it’s easier to spot from up high, so that’s the general direction I go toward. At times I hit dead ends. I guess it’s harder to navigate when you can’t see.

Eventually I find a path that feels like it’d take me where I need to go. It’s hard though, a literal and metaphorical uphill battle. Sometimes, what makes it even harder is when one hasn’t quite let the pain of the past go. They say the rush of endorphins is supposed to make you happy or that you can’t cry if your body is using up the water for sweat instead of tears. Both are bullshit. But people say a lot of things that aren’t true.

What I know to be true for me, is that I don’t always get it right. Like now, I realize I’m chasing the moon to find the sun. Maybe I can still catch the sunrise if I hurry… Though it does seem too far away.

I guess there’s always tomorrow. That’s my hope—even if I can’t ever find the sunrise, I wish to have the will to not stop trying. Because I know the day that I do stop searching for the sunrise is when I’ll be staring at the sunset. And I don’t like those.