The sunrise is beautiful. With the sky looking orange and yellow and purple plus other beautiful shades whose colors i know not the names of.
The sunset is equally beautiful, with all these shades and the clouds looking like different flavors of cotton candy.
Most days I am too lazy to get up and watch the sunrise, but from my bed I see orange on my wall as though I have a projector on.
I watch the orange fade away as the sun rises and sometimes I consider having a mirror on my wall to catch the sunrise for the fastest ten minutes ever.
I have the energy to go watch the sunset, because its evening and I have more energy now as I am not morning person. Like I said, sunsets are beautiful, they also go by faster than sunrises.
But I like whatever shade of blue the sky is between sunrise an sunset. I only realize I like this when I am rushing to watch the sunset.
We tend to take our beautiful beginnings for granted and we also tend to rush to see how the destination looks like. The destination is usually the end.
Then when we get to the end, which is the fastest part, we realize that what was in between was what was beautiful.
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