About Facing Sunset

Facing Sunset is a rare occassion of pure inspiration. An epiphany.

A dark winter morning, some members of my family and me parted to a little village, perched in the mountains over the mediterranean coast. We had planned to pass a nice day strolling around the narrow, steep town streets and have lunch in a cozy restaurant.

The day turned to be, at least for me, a nightmare. Unresolved issues bittered the afterlunch. Careless comments showed little mercy and lack of empathy. Malevolent remarks from very close relatives reopened not-so-well healed wounds from the past.

The contrast between the beautiful surroundings, the nice meal and the broken relationships was painfully blatant.

Had I been prone to crying, I would have finished the day drowned in tears. Sadly, as an adult, I have lost that privilege I once had as I child. I rarely cry. My music does it for me.

The glooming sensation of a lost chance to be happy weighed like a ton of bricks on my shoulders. Life felt more like a burden than anything else. A day not just lost, but unhopefully disgraced. The uneasy feeling of time passing by without any valuable meaning crept in my soul.

I was immersed in my thoughts when the clouds opened and the most magnificent sunset appeared in front of my eyes, as if the gods wanted to comfort me in the middle of my despair.

At the same time, the first chords of Facing Sunset sounded clear and distinctly in my mind.

Life, at least mine, is full of paradoxes. Like the lotus flower, beauty can rise and blossom from the mud.