An Evening Walk (NJ2)


An Evening Walk (NJ2) 

Last night, I decided to embark upon a small stroll at TCU's incomplete football stadium. On my journey, I noticed something quite alarming that made me ponder the intricacies of the world we live in. Upon arriving at the stadium, I witnessed one of the most ravishing sunsets I have ever seen. 

The sky resembled a canvas that had just been completed by a famous painter. The clouds gushed perfectly over the light blue sky. The sun's light shone delicately behind the clouds as if it was playing hide and seek. I knew in this instance that this was not the work of man, but the work of something greater. Sunsets like these reaffirm my religious beliefs, proving to my internal conscious that we are not alone. 

From this sunset, I distinctly noticed the considerable difference between the two main objects in the picture. First, the football stadium. A miraculous man-made construction that took thousands of hours and dedication to complete. Second, the beautiful sky. A sky that is untouched by the human hand, yet still continues to amaze me more than any human creation. I continued to walk around the stadium, observing the sunset from different angles. I then wondered to myself, what would this picture look like without the manufactured design of the stadium? Could I still appreciate the delightful sunset if something like a football stadium were not there? I wondered if the only reason I even noticed the sunset was due to the contrasting image of the stadium to draw attention to the sky. 

Edward Abbey once claimed, "the earth, like the sun, like the air, belongs to everyone - and to no one." From this image, I grew an appreciation for our world. In that simple moment, I felt like the entire sunset belonged to me, and it was for my eyes only. However, this is not always the case. The world we live in does not have an owner, yet everyone needs to take ownership to preserve our environment.



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