I met a man. He captivated me with a strange question. Would you look for the sunrise with me? I decided to follow the man on this quest.

The first time we looked for the sunrise we weren't sure where to look, but the journey was still worth the trouble, because for a brief moment we saw the sun sparkle. It was all far from over.

The second time we still had no particular place to look; but the adventure made us want to look even harder. The summer breeze felt nice. I felt like I was dreaming.

The third time we went to Panama. A place that held a lot of truths, but at the same time gave us much faith. Sunrise came. We went deep into the jungles, he suggested we don't do it; but it opened our eyes and we saw our personal reflection. It was amazing.

The fourth time was like a waterfall. Everything cascading through us, in Latin America nonetheless. The night was phenomenal. It seemed that the gravity of the situation took hold. The sunrise was lost again, though we had seen it briefly, we knew we had to look once more.

The fifth pilgrimage took us to Los Angeles. Somewhere new, a city. We arrived at LAX. Hidden behind empty streets we hoped we would find what we were looking for. The city colored my eyes and in this search for the sun, we found a moonlight party. We took a small step on the other side. Something is wrong, I thought. The sunrise was short. And again, we had to search.

The sixth journey took us to Ibiza. A place where I knew the sun would shine. But while I was there I knew I had something more important to do. I was searching for truth. Everything seemed to reflect there. It was strange, I saw a little mouse... it seemed like nothing big at the time. It was a different day, a different light, but the sun greeted us again. Then it was off as quickly as it came. So once more we were on it's trail.

The seventh time, should be lucky right? I stood on this rock hurling through space, in Asia, feeling the sunrise. My body was wasted and tired, but it felt so good. It gave me reason to believe. To forever, I said. 6AM rolled around and everything seemed right. My soul no longer wondered. I felt a rush. At the same time I know... this chase isn't over. I wonder where this stranger that has become such a good friend and I will trek to next. Always In Search of Sunrise.