(The PMAyers’ Version)
It was the setting sun of my last day.
Alfred Kenneth Tingabngab III And yet I felt a renewed hope and comfort that everything will be alright.
dan,mel&jim And the realization came like thundering hooves that surrender was not the answer. That life was not for the taking but for giving. That in the coming darkness, rest and peace and quiet would be a God-given bliss.
I realized that my sunset would be another’s sunrise. That to fall meant to rise again. That breathing was as natural as the wind, as endless as the fields of grass.
I realized that kindness was what man was born with and that evil and madness were man-made. And that power and fame would crush the very people who sought and lived for them.
I realized that the challenges and tests and tempests I had to endure were part of the whole deal and that life was not all about glory and mirth. That a man could only be stronger through failures and pain.
I realized that the loneliest were those who disassociated themselves from the rest because of vanity, distrust and false sense of superiority. And that the happiest were the ones like polished river stones enjoyed the rushing waters and the poetry of the shifting tides.
I gazed at the setting sun in tribute to the day passed. To honor the past was to live the present. The future mattered only to dreams and aspirations. It could be a long night of darkness and silence. Of uncertainty and doubt. Of questions and unfathomable answers.
But there would be the morning with the same sun and the chance to live a life most worthwhile.
With that, I closed my eyes with God.