There’s No Tomorrow

I have a very different outlook for sunset. I feel like I am witnessing the last one; never going to see this again. I believe that if I survive the darkness; morning I am going to see a new sun rise. I remember it all; fear, anger, sadness, joy, disgust, trust, anticipation and surprise. Am I living the moment or collecting it? Does living a moment means blowing the past or do we need to devoid for life’s next offering? I always wanted my life to be like an ocean; carries everything; no enmity with past and reverent with present.