--- i'll smile because it happened, and i'll smile because it'll make you smile as not only did it happen, it's also over ---
Yes, this is going to be one of those posts that dwell on the mediocrity and the fluidity that is life, so if you're here looking for one of those really hyper optimistic ones i write, you can move on.....
OR you can try this out. Your call.
Today i was reminded of how closely associated our life is to the ocean. Not only do we depend on it for the resources that makes a difference, look towards it as an indicator as to how damaged our life on earth really is, and observe it to bring the variety that makes life worth living, our lives themselves are nothing other than the big vast ocean and everything it holds, with every being on the planet on a simple lonely raft.
Yes, bump onto other objects once in a while; boulders that hold us back momentarily or change the course of our lives, corals and other beauty that make you wanna sink the pedal deep and stay there a moment, or - worst case scenario - an incident that needs you to stop on a deserted island to repair the raft.
Inevitably, this brings us to crossing paths between many rafts.... some willingly changing the direction, made possible by the wonders of newton's discoveries, others reluctantly, but often with surprising results. But even when you get comfortable with where you are, where your paths has crossed, and how the situation is, there's always a reason to move on. To discover more, to challenge more, and to reach the ends of the world. So, there's a goodbye to be bode.
Because it takes a lot of courage to step onto a deserted island with someone else, food is scarce and cannibalism becomes an option thanks to the aura it holds. But the deep unfathomable dank aura is not what this is about, so lets move on. Point is, it takes a LOT of courage. Sadly, though, this is extremely vital, because it is almost impossible to simply hop onto another's raft without joining the rafts together, and even more impossible to survive long terms in cramped spaces, especially when the hurricane calls upon the banshee, pushing and pulling the strings holding the tides as it wills.....
But when the courage is there, when the beings' hearts are both set ablaze, this fire, this fury that melts anything it touches and scorches anything it doesn't both ensures survival and makes survival unimportant. After all, not all soul searching sailors have to end up in a story like that of titanic. There's always the nicer version of it, just untold due the lesser appeal of happy endings in this world, that previously didn't need them, and now don't believe in them.
Stories like that are hard to find, and certainly is not a part of this. This.... is more than just that. This is not only about the courage to throw caution into the winds, but this.... is the courage, the cold blue fury-whipped kind.. that has to exist before goodbyes between linked palms (and more) can.
Because, believe it or not, you're moving away, carried by the tide initially, but are you peddling towards or away from me, i cannot tell now. I really can't. And did you know that the seawater and the salt-saturated wind stings your eyes if you take off the goggles that both restrict your sight and protect your soul? So, I'll let the tides carry me for now, I'll let the almighty wind poke and prod at me as it pleases.... and I'll hope that some day we'll meet again. And the same link remains. Because in my heart, it forever will.
But for now, i wish you all the best in conquering new horizons.
~ because you made water seem like solid ground, and the less viscous it becomes, the more i miss you :"/ ~
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