the sunset...

Like the sun which crosses the horizon every evening.. a generation of humans pass on into the oblivion. We grow up and we watch our siblings grow with us. then we watch our own children grow. i still remember the days i spent with my brother as a kid. how we played and fought.. time just seems to fly. as the sun set... that day and everyother day that has passed is all but a memory. just a memory. is that all there is to life? a sequence of interrupted memories.