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I was driving this evening at around 6:30 pm.  The sun was just starting to set and was creating a beautiful palette in the dusky sky- a frequent perk of living in Southern California.  So, this scene was setting behind me and I tried to appreciate the beauty just by staring in the side and rear view mirrors, but to no avail.  I missed this sunset.  

Then I started thinking:  I saw the dusty pinks and mossy greens. I did see the sun sink into the mountains.  But not with my own eyes.  What is so special about witnessing something first hand, in the moment?  I couldn't appreciate it fully because I didn't watch it fully.  Same thing happens when I look at an Ansel Adams or Henri Cartier-Bresson photograph.  I want to be there!  And I am sure plenty of others do too.  What is it in me that wants to do it all?  I could get myself into trouble...

People cannot live in other's shoes, but they can tie them.