Contemplating Reality

The inevitability of a daily sundown as a neverending cycle. The variability of beautifulness of the sky, mutating from a color to another. It seems to be a gift to us. It says "Look at me, look what I got for you", but either way, the sky does not wait for you to look at it. It just keeps looping, gifting, and asking anything in return. That's the sincereness of the world. It's kind of a lesson to us, to give, to not expect anything to come back to us. To do everything without expecting. To throw it up there, if someone appreciates it, excellent, if not, it's ok too. But we don't learn, or in our stupidness, we try to make a profit out of everything, thinking in the bottom of ourselves, that someone can do some harm to us if we do not stablish some kind of barrier or restriction or whatever. And there you are at the end of the day, at the very same moment where that orange sphere touches the horizont, falsly merging with our earth, and coming back again from our backs, warming our neck, as we are still looking it's last location. We are slow, we expect, we ignore, we don't want to see things as they are. We modify them to our very own comfort, to make us feel better. Another day comes right after the previous one, and we haven't moved a centimeter.