“I feel like I’ve felt everything there is to feel.” He began calmly, but she could see it gnawing at his insides, whatever it was he was feeling, trying to express it calmly. Failing, if not miserably, then fiercely. “I feel like there is not going to be anything new to feel. It will all be slightly different, lesser, watered down versions of all that I have felt already.” 

He said all of this to the setting sun, it seemed, not looking at her for one bit. Their feet dangled from the edge of the cliff like they had been for the past half hour. But just then, after he had finally said what he wanted to, he turned towards her. His eye catching the glint of the sun, the brown within them catching a fiery amber hue. She had already been looking at his face for quite a while now, since before he spoke. 

“But, that’s not really entirely true, is it?” She said back to him. His eyebrows furrowed and for a little moment, he turned back to the horizon, but he turned back to her soon. 

“What do you mean? Of course it is true.”

“It’s not always about the comparison. This ain’t some new-is-better type shit. You will feel the joy anew every time you look at the sunset, and it will be different every time. After all, the skies of Earth are not monotonous blue like Neptune’s or sickeningly yellow all the time like Venus’. You can and will see a new color every time.” She said with a tone that made it seem as if it wasn’t only her eyes that were catching the glow of the setting sun but her whole face. “It doesn’t matter how much you lose. You’re alive, and there will be something new with life all the time.”

About this post:

For some time now, I’ve been thinking about how or minds keep chasing something new all the time. And every time we see something new or different we tend to compare it to everything that we’ve seen before. But that’s not the only way to satisfy the explorer within us. I’ve felt like taking a new perspective on things is a far simpler, and revealing experience in itself.