I sat alone, by the seashore, contemplating the sunset. The day was agonizing, it was in its last moments, bidding us farewell. In a few minutes, the world will be covered with deadly, cold and dark silence. It was a sad moment of the day, but not sad enough to spoil the beauty I was contemplating. It didn’t have enough power to eclipse the captivating image I still have in mind; the image of the shining, orange circle reflected on the surface of the sea which was too captivating to leave any chance to pay attention to the sad side of the coin.

I believed that the sun, which was bidding us farewell, was going to embrace another part of the world, and to start a new day of other people than us. And after a long cold night, it will come back to us. This is the circle of life.

I passed my wrinkled hand upon my wrinkled face. My wrinkled skin says that I myself was at the sunset of my age. A man over the age of 60, turning the last pages of the story of his life, seems to be following the same path as the sun, traveling the same journey as it is.  

Many people think that death is the ultimate end of life. However, I believe that death is the beginning of the ultimate life. We die to be born in another world, just as the sun sets to rise in another part of the world. Mistaken you are if you think that you were created for death. Mistaken you are if you think that the end is completely dark. There is no everlasting darkness. Just look around you and you will get it; the sun sets to rise anew.