Aren’t we lucky to follow the sun? To see it rise? To see it set? To see its light shine the same as we grow?

We are but fleeting sorrows on the scale of eternity, clinging to life in mortal desperation. When we are young, life seems endless. There’s no urgency to live, to love, to laugh—we tell ourselves there will always be tomorrow. But tomorrow comes in short supply, dwindling with every breath, fading with every heartbeat.

On a cosmic scale, we are insignificant—our lifetimes nothing more than a fleeting breath, a whisper lost in the void. Each of us must step back and humble ourselves—to remember that we are not the center of the universe, not the rulers of existence, and that life is best lived with a little less gravity.

But do not take for granted the gift you’ve been given; it is a single thread in an endless, intricate tapestry—woven with the lives, loves, and legacies of those who came before and those yet to come. You are a part of something bigger, a grain of sand in an endless desert, a single note in the grand symphony of existence. Though small, your presence shapes the melody, your choices ripple through time, and your story, however brief, is still worth telling.

So, cherish the sunrises and the sunsets, not just as markers of time but as reminders of the beauty in fleeting moments. Embrace the laughter, the love, the struggles, and the triumphs, for they are the colors that paint your thread in this vast, intricate design.

Take life seriously enough to make it meaningful, but never so much that you forget to dance beneath the stars and sing with the wind.

So follow the sun—not just with your eyes, but with your soul. And as it rises and sets, let it remind you: life is brief, but it is beautiful.