“Why do Americans love sunsets so much?” asked David, one of my university students back from when I taught English in China, a dozen years ago.
I furrowed my brow, tilted my head to the side and tried to understand exactly what he was asking because, really, who doesn’t enjoy the romance of a luminous skyline?
“Um, don’t you?” I responded. “All those colors, the magnificence, that moment when day ends and night begins. Chinese people must like that, right? They’re just so… so stunning.”
“The setting sun is part of regular life, there’s nothing…uh, special about it. It happens every day. It’s just normal.”
Einstein says, “There are two ways to live your life. One is to live as if nothing was a miracle. The other is to live as if everything is.” Honestly, I can see the beauty and perfection in both perspectives. I learned a lot from David and from my time working and traveling there. Mostly how different we were from each other and surprisingly how alike. I realized that many paths lead to the same place.
But as far as sunsets go, I guess I just like having my breath taken away.
How do YOU measure life?