Catch the Sun

by Jennifer Hartmann

The human race is on a downward spiral, and I’ll be damned if I contribute to the charade with a pitchfork mentality. If we’re all heading for the same cliff edge, I’d rather take the scenic route.

The stars are overhead, but some may have fallen and crash-landed in my chest. At least a few. At least one.

his hand filled with mine and his eyes filled with stars. “What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.” I like this ending.

Romanticize your life. Don’t live every day like it’s your last. Live every day like it’s your first. Lasts are tragic. Firsts are exciting and full of celebration. Look at every sunrise like it’s the first time you’ve ever seen colors like that before. Listen to your favorite song like you’ve never heard such a precious melody. If you make every day a celebration, you’ll never get bored in your own story.”

Light and darkness. Yin and yang. Sun and moon. They coexist.