After a hike. Such a beautiful day with the hot sun beating down. I would beat back, if there were any hope of making my mark.
Everything is so up in the air, with feet planted on the ground. How are they managing to uproot, when My feet have branched out deep under this world.
How can you be floating in the atmosphere and onto the new galaxies while I am grounded in this world, absorbing this life?
Why look so far into the unknown, and miss out on what you have here, right now.
We hopped the wall to get close to the waves that will kill you if you come too close. I’ve never been closer to a natural disaster waiting to happen, but something inside me stayed calm and walked my body over to where the cool water brushed against my toes.
Life if full of experiences, waiting to show you how alive you really are, and how full of worth you are. You just have to go there. You have to be on the brink, to realize you are something special. Your life is worth living.
This is what the water gave me, in full. The ever apparent knowledge that if ever I am down, I can remember the waves breaking around me, the sea salt coating my skin and eyes and hair, the chill of being carried in an undertow to my death at the sight of one big wave, and the feeling of the cool ocean water covering my toes.
That day was a brilliant day.