The brighter existence

There’s this melody , that used to play everytime, soothing enough, evading gently like sand dunes being gushed away by the winds . Ironically , none stays constant , niether the dunes , nor the breath of the melody . 

There are these birds chirping, like dew drops in early frost mornings. , but the rising sun , melts them away And maybe the storm rushes the birds away too . Again , none stays constant, 

A high wave , doesn’t it rises with the hunger of capturing the whole ocean and then suddenly tremors towards the coast gently kissing our feet’s 

Then how come we expect a life of totally ups or totally downs , doesn’t it seem necessary to maintain an equilibrium between what we expect and what we behold.  Things in life march left and right according to their own will , their occurs at times when you wish a certain thing to last longer than it was destined, and just the thought behind its longer existence inhales up a bulk of your mind , and lefts you disturbed on a parallel track .

Shouldn’t we all be more acceptable than expectable . How much , of an emotional drain that we let , focusing upon what one cannot govern but accept and admire . 

You are but a tiny being laid among every changing now and then . 

Not just the sunset is admirable, isn’t it that the dawn sparkles around every bit of ambience after long hours of dark ? The stance , lays in indicating that not what we think and believe is beautiful , what exists is beautiful, but what rises after a fade can be dearer too , what you gain after a loss , can be remarkable too !