To know the depth below me...
I look over at the rocks across from my new slip, and try to imagine the lake at its proper depth. I try to imagine how much higher I was floating a few weeks, a few months ago. I try to imagine when the color-stains on stones will be hidden by a fully flooded future now.
I moved, though the shortest distance in my history. I need a bigger move. I need a bigger change. Yet I already know there were great things about where I was. There may be more water under my feet now, but less that keeps my spirits buoyant.
But why choose to see less in this moment? Why choose to see the lake of my life as half empty, vice half full? Why miss everything beyond the meaningless surface line? It separates nothing but 1 atmosphere of water and 1 atmosphere of air...
I moved, though the shortest distance in my history. I need a bigger move. I need a bigger change. Yet I already know there were great things about where I was. There may be more water under my feet now, but less that keeps my spirits buoyant.
But why choose to see less in this moment? Why choose to see the lake of my life as half empty, vice half full? Why miss everything beyond the meaningless surface line? It separates nothing but 1 atmosphere of water and 1 atmosphere of air...