Sunsets are so cool.

Shades of pink, orange, yellow and all the colors in between.

People say sunset is pretty.

Mixed colors on lush blue sky always look so complex and artistic.

You can see sunset everyday and still you'll find its colors, patterns and hues different then before.

Their complexity always remind me of life. Mixed with multitude emotions and feelings, painted by hues of thoughts and prayers, created by upbringing and mannerism, sunset is exact replica of human life.

As sometimes clouds, mist, fog, haze make it interesting and different than clear days, people you interact with, peers you stay with, and atmosphere of home, school, college, parties change your life for a day or maybe more.
I am reflecting at how my life is shaped by all those people and things I went through, just like sunset is constructed by weather and climate.
It is so scary that these things indulged in my life to such extent and made me a person I am today.

Shady ones, caring ones and those indifferent ones made me a what?

A human?
How can I be influence by the atmosphere as an individual?

Do they make me interesting, beautiful and complex just like sunset?

Or they stop my full potential from reaching the world?

Am I constricted if they block me like clouds and make me cold?

If they don't, am I like Sun? warm and bright yet blinding the eyes?

But that's all in day, right.

At the end, I would really like to know if people will make a time to watch me set in the end and feel content that I had provided them with warmth and light in day.

If such happened, it would be awesome.

I guess there's no way of knowing that.