Be like the sunset, Between love and fear, the choice is yours

I sat on the edge of the rocky cliff, enjoying the rays spread everywhere, all grades of  yellow, orange and blue, with some gray here and there. Beauty beyond all units of measurement and beyond what I personally can express with the vocabulary’s of the language. My heart was beating loudly inside me from the joy and the beauty of the scene. I looked around me to see if I could find someone else to share this moment with me and enjoy this beauty on display, to convey it with me to others. I found no one.

Oh my God, there must be another soul here, another soul that derives from the scene what satisfies the refinement of the soul, to use it when the mind and body are unable to satisfy it. I found no soul.

At that time, and I don't know why, I felt responsible, the responsibility of conveying this natural creativity to whomever I could, such beauty should not pass unnoticed. I got my gear ready and started working, I took every frame that came to mind, I used every technique I learned, and when I was done I shouted with joy and at the top of my voice "Thank you, Nature". I tried to do my best to accomplish my part.

Here the colors started to fade, I packed my gear back into my bag and headed back. At a time like this I couldn't escape the humanization of the universe and its actions. I thought that this sunset wasn't waiting for me to appear, it would have done the same thing even if I wasn't there, even without anyone noticing.

Of course, I know that this sunset show, is the results of a scientific phenomenon called light scattering, it occurs when light rays hit particles in the air, changing the direction of the light. That's what my brain says, but that's not how I felt. I felt a huge theatrical performance played in a huge theater in front of me, a visual light festival that took tens of people months to prepare for.

This humanization made me compare the actions of nature with those of humans. Can I be like the sunset? Can I give my best every day, without caring whether it will be appreciated and admired or not?

The answer, unfortunately, is no.

There is often something that prevents us from being so open and giving.

But why not? Is it fear? Maybe fear that my best will not be good enough, or fear of ridicule? I think the biggest fear is that the effort put into what I offer will not be noticed and appreciated.

The sunset was not waiting for my testimony or my compliments, I could criticize it all evening and day, and it would give its presentation again the next day and on and on.

The day we learn how to give without thinking about the return, we become closer to our nature, we become more beautiful.