A calm day, frustrating night. Lucky you, this is only the first half.
Do you ever think about finding the highest bridge or tallest cliff
and jumping off?
Not for the impact. For the moment when you're falling. When you're completely disconnected from this world and your entire existence is at the mercy of God.
I went to the beach today. When I first got there I thought there's no way this is going to make me feel any better. The sky was cloudy, the air heavy with fog.
To my right, the coast. I remember the beach stretching as far as I could see, but not today. Today the sky hung so low it sunk into the earth and the sand. For once the world didn't feel so big, or beautiful.
To my left, the jetties. At first glance they seemed dull, as everything else on this gloomy day. As I walked closer I noticed the tops of the rocks covered in green algae. A green so vibrant suddenly everything looked different. The sand was decorated with waves of vermilion red. The water was a shade of green I've never seen in this water. Even the sea foam, that lined the shore, seemed to complement this beautiful scene.
I wished I had a camera so I could capture all the beauty in this seemingly loathsome day. It wouldn't have mattered if I did. No camera could capture the sound of waves crashing against the shore, the smell of saltwater, the wind in my hair and the feeling of one cheek colder than the other.
As I walked along the water I noticed patterns in the sand, made from water trapped on the shore running back down to the giant body that laid out before me. The patterns were like trees, barren but perfect in their design. I tried to walk between them, not wanting to disturb this wonderful work of art the world was creating on itself. I thought about how just weeks ago I tried to draw trees just like these. If only I had the skill or patience in my hands to accomplish something for once.
It was a beautiful and inspiring trip. I only hope I can keep all that with me.
and jumping off?
Not for the impact. For the moment when you're falling. When you're completely disconnected from this world and your entire existence is at the mercy of God.
I went to the beach today. When I first got there I thought there's no way this is going to make me feel any better. The sky was cloudy, the air heavy with fog.
To my right, the coast. I remember the beach stretching as far as I could see, but not today. Today the sky hung so low it sunk into the earth and the sand. For once the world didn't feel so big, or beautiful.
To my left, the jetties. At first glance they seemed dull, as everything else on this gloomy day. As I walked closer I noticed the tops of the rocks covered in green algae. A green so vibrant suddenly everything looked different. The sand was decorated with waves of vermilion red. The water was a shade of green I've never seen in this water. Even the sea foam, that lined the shore, seemed to complement this beautiful scene.
I wished I had a camera so I could capture all the beauty in this seemingly loathsome day. It wouldn't have mattered if I did. No camera could capture the sound of waves crashing against the shore, the smell of saltwater, the wind in my hair and the feeling of one cheek colder than the other.
As I walked along the water I noticed patterns in the sand, made from water trapped on the shore running back down to the giant body that laid out before me. The patterns were like trees, barren but perfect in their design. I tried to walk between them, not wanting to disturb this wonderful work of art the world was creating on itself. I thought about how just weeks ago I tried to draw trees just like these. If only I had the skill or patience in my hands to accomplish something for once.
It was a beautiful and inspiring trip. I only hope I can keep all that with me.