As the sun motioned to hide behind the faraway mountains, it leaves a crimson-red color in the sky. The lovely scene that the sunset had brought broadened my imagination about life.
As I was glaring at the sunset's magnificent beauty, I found myself pondering upon my future... with high hope, I was longing that the hardships that I have encountered in this life will somehow come to an end. And the pains and the wounds that this seemingly-impervious struggles that I have gone through along the way will somehow heal just like the sun which found solace as it rest behind the faraway mountains of the west.
I was raised in a poor family. My father do fishing for a living and my mother was just a plain housewife. I only walk to school. I walk 3 kilometers everyday. I am an islander and our island is connected by a short bridge to the mainland. The said bridge is my favorite stop over every afternoon. I always stop there waiting for the sunset to come. The sun knows very well my story. Teary-eyed, I openly told him my frustrations in life. He never spoke back but he never failed to give me that comforting and glamorous streak of colors in the sky. Somehow, it gives comfort to my weary heart. Yes, the sunset heals my broken heart. It gives comfort to my weary soul too.
There is always hope!
Laban lang!
You are good at taking a picture like a professional photographer. 😍 and the beauty there in your place is fresh air.