I took a walk last night to look at the sunset, and felt a strong feeling of both awe and melancholy as I did so.
Is it really so rare to be awed by natural beauty, or just humbled by where one is in life relative to oneself in the past, and others (both more and less fortunate) in the present?
When I think of friends made, friends not present, and all of the life trajectories that I can keep track of, I feel it’s all just a long and strange trip, man.
Is it really so rare to be awed by natural beauty, or just humbled by where one is in life relative to oneself in the past, and others (both more and less fortunate) in the present?
When I think of friends made, friends not present, and all of the life trajectories that I can keep track of, I feel it’s all just a long and strange trip, man.