Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Tan Lines & 7/11 Slurpees

Life becomes more tolerable when there's a soundtrack behind your emotions.

In the faint murmur of the oceans waves crashing against one another, I felt the breeze sweep the stray hairs into a soft dance by my face.

My once needed oasis, the calming environment that granted me peace now was becoming a distant memory.  It was as if the many adventures I can escaped my world of chaos was now not needed as it once was in my past.

I've learned to come to terms with the chaos in my life, accept the unwanted and make peace with what needed to be.

I have always thought I was trapped, felt suffocated and never had the ability to break free of the mold that grounded me. However, the mold that grounded me were my roots I was so desperately tried to rip from the soil that nurtured me.

What if I was doing all of this to myself unknowingly and now realize once it's considered "too late."

But, it is never too late. Not once, not now, timing has no indicator on who I am or who I am destined to be.

Now as I'm forced to think of my future and who I will be or what I will do, it's okay to not know.

So, I escape to my oasis and find peace in the unknown.

Now, back to where I was about the oceans waves.

There's a sky blue hue kissing the sea shelled sand, while the crisp air complements the radiating sun and the aroma of sunscreen tickles my nose.

I felt high and yet sober at the same time. Intoxicated with the bliss that surrounded me, and free.

As I placed my clothes behind me and entered the water, I hopped over small pebbles and admired the crash of each wave and how it made an echo similar to thunder.

Along the distance it's as though I could see the earth tilt and the Pacific Ocean disappear into the abyss.

People around me fetched for their metal detectors and walked along the sand, while others were parents who held their child's hand along the shore. I on the other hand, had to make sure I reapplied sunscreen every thirty minutes in fear of another sunburn with uncoordinated tan lines.  It was all part of the experience, and yet it all allowed me to forget everything else going on and just breathe.



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