My Guiding Star

It’s all so intense isn’t it?

The sun was just setting, its golden hues flashing a grand goodbye, and a moment after that last bit of light blinked out of existence, I was engulfed in darkness. I stand in the spot I’ve occupied for the last ten minutes, staring into the abyss before me. I look on as the white foam rises along the shoreline, tangling with the seaweed.

As I watch the waves get more intense as they stretch up to greet the moon, I realize my inner turmoil rises and falls in time with the cooling waters. After one last gaze at the raging beauty of the world, I slowly lie down and sink into the wet sand.

Though I can no longer see the waves, their magical song rings in my ears and dance behind my closed eyes. The sad lullaby wraps around my heart painfully.

There are so many unknowns in a world that demands answers. We are taught to decide a Future for ourselves by the time we are only just beginning to live. I yearn for freedom and knowledge, the kind you get when you meet more people you can count. Hear more stories than you thought existed. I want to capture what I see, write what I learn. There are so many people in this world, with so many different lives. What would it be like to get a glimpse of them?

My heart wants to be full of the beauty we take for granted. I want to travel until I can no longer think of another destination to see, then I want to settle down and have a family.

But I can’t do that can I?

In a world like ours we need money. Stability for our family. Funds to see what God gave us for free. We have to go to college to get a decent job. There are so many rules, so many restrictions, on how we can live.

The tide has risen. The salty water is creeping up and over my feet but I just look up. The moon is luminous in its place against the black canvas. More stars than I’ve seen in years gleam above me, twinkling a hello to my sad eyes.

I feel infinitesimally small in a universe so great. I am but a dot in the timeline of the world. My story will be untold, eventually forgotten, but I will live on. Through the wind and the water, through the dirt and the trees. I am but a small piece in a puzzle more Grand.

My lips form a smile as a warm feeling grows around my heart. I have no answers, just the ramblings of a lost soul, but I feel as though I have stumbled upon something significant. I breath in the scenery above me as I am encompassed by the night. The unknown shouldn’t be scary. It should be welcomed. I don’t have a clue as to what my life holds, but isn’t that the point? We are all fish in a river that has one destination. Should we not allow it to guide us? Should we not live as much as we can and as hard as our hearts allow?

We are born to die. It’s the sad fact of life, but it is what it is. So why do we choose to sit in offices while there is a life giving sun and cool breezes on the other side of the wall? We take the world for granted by abusing it instead of using it. Only the lucky few who truly see, Live.

That warm feeling grows and expands out into the sky, giving me a present. The star flies above me, we are but two beings on our own course. One about to land, and the other just now taking off.