I left my heart in South Florida

May 06, 2006 20:28

I sit, bewildered, amidst this mass of foliage, rock, and clay. I idly wonder at the sheer physical beauty of this place, and for a moment I think I can fool myself into believing I could get used to this life. This land, with its mountains and snow falling on barren trees and suburban housewives and lattes and seemingly important yet utterly meaningless relationships...

But my heart, my soul and parts of my mind will always be in some close yet distant, absent tropical paradise. In a place where sand and crashing waves and the origin of life as we know it are all just a few blocks, a few miles, a few steps away. This is where I am home. This is life. This is meaning.

And yet, the more I am away, the more I become detached. I have fallen in love with a fantasy, I think, of this tropical paradise. But when I am there, I am home, and I feel complete...whole...right.

Perhaps that will be the answer to my existential crisis and my restless search for the measure of Quality. Perhaps when I immerse myself in the warm salty-sweet water of the Atlantic and fill my lungs with sticky humid air and stand in wonderfully burning sunshine....I will, once again, find THE REASON…the Point…the meaning of it all.
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