The Sunset That Wasn't Effortless
There’s something strange about living in an online world. Some days it feels like everyone else is floating through a perfect fairytale — the soft-lit bedrooms, the flawless morning routines, the sunsets that look like they were painted directly onto the sky by some celestial artist. And then there’s us. Real people. Trying to make sense of our not-so-aesthetic days. I used to look at pictures like the one above—skies drenched in warm oranges and soft pinks, brick buildings glowing like they were part of some old, enchanted campus—and I’d wonder why my life doesn't look like that naturally. I’d ask myself: Why doesn’t everything in life fall into place so effortlessly? But here’s the thing: This photo? I took it. And let me tell you, it was not effortless. I stood there taking shot after shot, experimenting with angles, shifting my position because the lighting kept changing, adjusting my phone because it kept overexposing the sky. I looked like I was conducting a scie...