There comes a time for each and everyone of us when the sun sets on our life. We face the twilight years and as the sun dims on our horizon, we are wont to etch the best of our recollections. Stopping ever so often to trace some resemblance what it all meant then and whether it meant anything at all.
Sometimes, the sunset defy the normal passage of a life time as it appears earlier than expected. As it is with the spurious events that filled the golden days of youthful aspirations, it is now but a fading light of events. Fading as it will soon be smoldered by the creeping darkness of time ebbing and there’s not a darn thing we can do to prevent it.
Then in the stillness of our benumbed mind, we search furtively for the essence of purpose. The essence in which we seek to bury ourselves with a belief that everything that was had a purpose in life.
Before we are thrown into a labyrinth of despair, a ray of sunrise pierces through and with it we are reborn. Reborn with the same hope that carried our weary minds and bodies of yesterday. Onward! for the morrows are what makes it our today. And yesterday should not resurrect the sunset of our life.
General Santos Time
