Staring Near my Feet

The plasmatic water meanders over the deck of the ship as it finds a proper path to freedom. At the same time, minutes blow by like chips of flaking paint, strewn about within the cool breeze of the ages. A microcosm of life unfolds before my eyes… all within the span of a few feet.

Where shall we meander? What is our proper pathway to freedom, to a salutary salvation from the pain brought about by the unknown? Does such a path even exist? This is a question that falls like spring rain daily across my soul in my never ending quest to gain further understanding. What might I learn from this traveling liquid today?

As the water struggles to make its way further aft against the rugged rigidity of the ship’s deck I observe its slow advances. Its travels take time – a constant battle to progress towards desire as well as a battle against falling back into the destinations of yesterday. Our own life’s travels can take even more time, our struggles more arduous. While one may fight to advance and feel the searing burn of frustration when their steps seem to fall behind them, they must understand that every movement is one of forward progress.

Existence in its most real sense is a constant forward movement. Emotions may cloud this fact yet it is this particular fact that still remains true. Your reality, your life, your existence is a perpetual advancement of time and understanding. Feelings of regression are only emotional stumbling blocks, for you will learn something from them every time.

We, just like this water on the deck, will move forward in our life even as we struggle through the nooks and crannies of that rugged path which lay before each of us. Then, when all is said and done… when we reach the end of our own ship that is our life…. We, as with the water, will drift off and into the sea…. And, with that, into the setting sun.