Many different horizons

Sometimes I feel that the act of living is like watching a far horizon where the sea touches the sky..
There are these misty mornings, cold and foggy, where we see nothing but the gloom blurring everything in view. And then comes the rays of sun, piercing the mist, bringing in to view the vast ocean, and that line where the two shades of blue of the ocean and the sky touch each other.. Then come the storms, where clouds gather and fall down on the horizon, breaking that once perfect line into ripples, becoming violent, and slowly calming down.. And the night.. Where the silver beams of moonlight fall upon a point on the dark horizon and stretch onto the beach you're sitting on..
Sometimes when I sit in silence and contemplate on my life, I feel like I'm sitting on a sandy beach, watching the many different phases of the horizon...