The incredible thing about sunsets? They bear an uncanny resemblance to sunrises.

One marks an ending, the other a beginning—but in truth, they are part of the same cycle. Every sunset quietly hands over the sky to the next sunrise, and life moves forward.

It’s the time when birds are close to home—some flying away, others flying toward. They don’t dwell on what was, only on where they’re headed next.

Both sunrises and sunsets captivate us. Maybe because they symbolize change—a closure of sorts and a fresh startwaiting in the wings.

The birds know the secret. They embrace the light, the dark, and everything in between. And most importantly, they fly.

Maybe it’s time we did too.