One of my favorite things about growing up in Colorado was watching the sun set over the Rockies. There were plenty of summer nights when the sky would turn colors I had never even known existed. The sentimentality of the colorful Colorado sky is probably why I love sunsets so much now. Any night I can catch a sunset is a good night.
I’ve never been the best descriptive writer, but I’m pretty sure a great writer couldn’t even capture the meaning that a sunset has to me. One of the reasons I actually love sunsets so much is that they’re often indescribable.
Sunsets leave me thinking about all of the other indescribable things in life. Things that are beyond words, beyond imagination, maybe even beyond emotions. How do we capture sunsets if we can’t even put our finger on what they evoke in us? How do we seek indescribable things? How do we pursue things that we can only hope to someday know?
The funny thing about the indescribable is that it’s easy to describe what something is not. I can tell you that sunsets don’t make me feel angry. I can tell you that sunsets don’t make me anxious. I can tell you that sunsets don’t make me feel bored. I can tell you that sunsets don’t make me feel disconnected. I can tell you that sunsets don’t make me feel discouraged. And I can give you plenty of other examples of what a sunset is not to me.
I think that sometimes the best way to pursue the indescribable is to simply stop pursuing anything that isn’t that indescribable thing. When we drop the things we aren’t looking for in life, I think we might actually end up with the things we were looking for the whole time.