Short Writings to fill the cup

Sunset

         I stare at a scene that would have been beautiful, should have been breathtaking. As the giant burning star slowly descends beyond the horizon, allowing the darkness to engulf the sky above, I stood here on this cliff.
         The sunset has signaled for the arrival of night, for the arrival of tomorrow that would never truly arrive. Another day has gone and passed, for anyone else that would be a signal of aging, of another day lived.
         Another lived and another day waste. When I was still young and have not been touched by the reality of living, the sun setting would have been beautiful. The days that I have lived would have been precious memories. However, I have been touched and I have grown. The fire that used to burn so fierce and bright have dwindled and die through the years. The childish yearning of tomorrow arriving faster has become hoping for the day to never end.
          I stand here and watch as darkness signal a new day coming. As my present becomes my past and my future becomes my present. I stand here unsure of what to expect. For some that unsureness is welcome, it is looked at positively but for me, it frightens me. I am to live another day, not knowing what tomorrow holds but am expected to cherish and embrace it. 
          Tomorrow, a future day that would never truthfully arrive. A transition between present and future. A signal for change. I hated change. I still do. Change has been constant, change is inevitable, but change doesn’t always have to be good. I stand here, looking at the tomorrow that is slowly arriving and not knowing what change would bring me.
          When the sun has descended beyond the horizon which I can see, darkness fully engulfs the sky, and silence spread. Well, not truly silence but as quiet as it can get when in nature. Sometimes when the sky is no longer bright and warm, I would wonder what I am doing. I would wonder and ponder on my actions and my future. I would pull myself down a spiral of worries and anxiety thinking of a future that would never arrive and a future that is never predictable.
I stand here exhausted but resilient. Another day lived and a new day coming. Dwelling on the past won’t change where I am currently. Taking a deep breath and picking myself up, gathering what little I could of myself, I descend from the cliff of nature back to society.