2023 – Endless Sea
I recall a memory of a child clashing with the ocean. Fists clenched and pounding against the sea. Waves pushing and pulling the child without much consideration for their growing frustration. Seemingly an impossible task, yet i've found many youths in my time that have tried to shape the tide. Many as we aged have given up such tasks, deeming them impossible and ultimately letting the sea be. Yet unaware that all of us continue to fight against this same impossible force in the shape of change.
In all my years on this earth, I’ve come to discover that change isn’t just necessary, but mandatory. We are, after all, adaptable creatures. There are often cyclical moments in our lives, things that we create out of routine. By nature, these are not harmful but without proper oversight, these can slowly become prisons for parts of who we are. Holding pieces of us hostage from change.
However impossible, it must be said that fate is driven deeply by us. Our choices and actions pouring over those around us. Do not become stale, stuck to your routines. They appear safe, but they are anchors in your timeline. They will hold you down and suck away minutes, hours, days and even years from your life. The universe has never been one for handouts, but it will endlessly provide. Perhaps that’s where my faith is now.
Look back at all your choices with fondness, but do not let them be stopping points that define who you are. The future and all its endless probability should be tuned in by you. A high frequency radio with your voice rising above the static. Listen to it, even when the choices are hard. I've found that sometimes these crossroads are viewed with great distress, but more often then not are gateways to unrealized bliss.
It's a blissfulness that is rediscovered in small increments. Tiny moments that pass by so quickly if we blink we might miss them. Some believe they never feel them, but I would suggest they are never really looking for them. Like all things in this wretched and beautiful world, it requires a bit of work from us. Not simply seeing these moments for what they are but allowing them, trusting them, and believing them as they engulf us.
That same impossible tide that we fought in our youth, were they not some of the same waves that carried us back to shore? The same water that salted our wounds, and overwhelmingly tumbled us back to reality? Be brash enough to keep fighting the waves but remember that when you decide to ride them back home that you have the full force of the ocean at your back. Change is that very thing. Steering yourself with the full force of the universe at your back, and always remember to enjoy the ride.