I'm fascinated by history, mostly because of its enduring mystery. We can uncover artifacts and writings and try our best to recreate long-gone eras, but we can't ever go back. We can never know what it really was like to be one of our ancestors. We can never know the smells of Ancient Egypt, or the songs that our ancestors sang on their long journey across the Atlantic (they were singing). What was it like to share the landscape with giant animals that have long been extinct? How did it feel to be a peasant standing outside the gates of ancient Rome when they were more than just ornamental artifacts of time immemorial? How did the Chinese develop such an elaborate, yet beautiful writing system?
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Thanks for checking out my blog. It's yet another corner of the internet dedicated to one aspiring writer's need to express herself. Who am I? Good question. I'm Sunset, and I find myself chasing sunsets. Often. Ever elusive, yet constant, the sunset has always been alluring. The sun is always setting and rising, leaving its dynamic footprint across the sky. And yet, it's always maintained its mystery; it's always kept me wanting more.
I'm chasing sunsets for the fun of it. It's all about the journey. People say that all the time because it's true. And since I have no clue where I'm going, I might as well reflect on what I encounter on my way to whatever awaits me at the end of it all. Then again, maybe I'm like the sunset: always evolving and traveling, destined to leave my own footprints across the sky. Maybe my beginning is my end, and I'll always be getting started just as soon as I'm finished. And if that's true, then so are you. So, let's go.