something i wrote today at the beach...
The story begins….
The third Thursday on a warm November in the middle of fall everything seems to be the same, Children playing, surfers surfing, and old ladies with large hats feeding seagulls. I guess San Diego isn’t a bad city after all, well let me rephrase that, it’s not a bad city for the weather. Usually it is at the beach that I find comfort and purpose. Today however it’s different….
With every wave crashing, I feel as if it’s a part of my soul going. The person I was; hitting the sand of the person I am. People walk so carelessly on who I really am, yet have so much fun on the waves of who I was.
The sun in the far horizon is brightly shinning making each grain of sand warm. It feels good to know the sun will always be there yes its hides for a few hours everyday but sure enough it comes back. It’s the only constant thing to me and anyone for that matter. With the sun also come hope and a new beginning. Each day is christened by the sun at the sunrise, brand new with new beginnings of course the pervious day began the same and yes tomorrow will bring the same but today TODAY is a new day. The more and more the waves crash the more it brings sand back into the plentiful source of life and the two worlds become one showing that anything is possible. High tide and low tide…the molding of a young adult into the person of tomorrow. I know the sun will only be my true friend in the land of the unknown…always being there for me to look up at and for guildance. But I am ready because I know if the sun can keep coming up after looking so dark…then gods knows I can. It’s the least I can do; I guess I should start being a friend to the sun as it has to me for so many years. I guess today wasn’t that different than all the other third Novembers of the previous years. It’s me who has become different and it feels good. Onto a new chapter of my life....
The third Thursday on a warm November in the middle of fall everything seems to be the same, Children playing, surfers surfing, and old ladies with large hats feeding seagulls. I guess San Diego isn’t a bad city after all, well let me rephrase that, it’s not a bad city for the weather. Usually it is at the beach that I find comfort and purpose. Today however it’s different….
With every wave crashing, I feel as if it’s a part of my soul going. The person I was; hitting the sand of the person I am. People walk so carelessly on who I really am, yet have so much fun on the waves of who I was.
The sun in the far horizon is brightly shinning making each grain of sand warm. It feels good to know the sun will always be there yes its hides for a few hours everyday but sure enough it comes back. It’s the only constant thing to me and anyone for that matter. With the sun also come hope and a new beginning. Each day is christened by the sun at the sunrise, brand new with new beginnings of course the pervious day began the same and yes tomorrow will bring the same but today TODAY is a new day. The more and more the waves crash the more it brings sand back into the plentiful source of life and the two worlds become one showing that anything is possible. High tide and low tide…the molding of a young adult into the person of tomorrow. I know the sun will only be my true friend in the land of the unknown…always being there for me to look up at and for guildance. But I am ready because I know if the sun can keep coming up after looking so dark…then gods knows I can. It’s the least I can do; I guess I should start being a friend to the sun as it has to me for so many years. I guess today wasn’t that different than all the other third Novembers of the previous years. It’s me who has become different and it feels good. Onto a new chapter of my life....