Nothing has prepared me for this moment, but I feel as if I’ve
lived my whole life for the very next 30 seconds that await me. The countless pairs
of unfamiliar hands, which have nurtured me and brought me to this launching
pad, now applaud my best efforts to crawl my way into this vast abyss they call
my future.
Lead. I will follow.
Not a single soul, including myself, has any idea what
awaits me, and despite the tumultuous waves collapsing before me like the
brittle walls of a gingerbread home rotting in late March, I feel the serene
repose of what lies deep beneath the ostensible turmoil. A deep emptiness lies
before me asking me to fill it - and I will.
Costa del Sol, El Salvador
Something innate pushes me to the brink. Something intrinsic
assures me that I am ready to take this plunge. It’s as if the millions of others
who have come before me sing a sweet chorus in unison with the rhythmically
swelling waters that hypnotically lulls me into the salty embrace of the ocean.
You lead, I will follow. I am blissfully blind.
Beware: The Water
The weighty burden of each grain of sand upon my arms makes
this otherwise simple task rather onerous. But upon second thought, what now
seems to sap every last bit of energy as I maladroitly squirm to accomplish
this Herculean task is but a small taste of the exhaustion that awaits me as I
set out into this world of the unknown.
Palatial Castles
Convinced you’ve done the world a favor, I’ve finally made
my way to the sea. An extra round of applause for yourself under the guise of
your jubilation for my feats today, you take solace in telling yourself you’ve
done something good; however, we all know I will be dead soon. You brought me
here knowing that I would not succeed.
My, how the ocean has a peaceful way of soothing a guilty
conscience.
