Reminisce, Illuminants of Weeping Stardust

Each day the sun sets, it rises. Burns bright and shines, sometimes hides behind a mask. The rain, thunder, lightening and heavy cloud. We rise and we set, we can hold a thousand thoughts, a lifetime of memories; Nostalgia. Why do we wish to imagine simplicity, wish our fears were childhood ignorance? After all ignorance is bliss, is it not? Where would it leave us in the end, what path’s would we be able to choose in present day. Every morning a quote is followed, or believed in some matters, that today is only starting off, that when we lay our heads down it’s the end of that day. We start at the end, and every step leads to a beginning, putting each puzzle piece together. Trying to put reason and meaning together. Sometimes what we find reason for, what we believe in is challenged. Put on a pedestal in front of the judges, challenged with new thoughts, meanings and ideas. Contemplating and procrastinating against choices we might have, future plans, but that too is challenged by what those choices may effect in present day or result in. What all does this mean? What change has it brought? What has it resolved? Don't present such questions to me, as this too is merely a thought.