Peaceful Waiting

I walk through the jungle. Solitude lies in every direction. Nothing changes here except for the shifting of the shadows as the sun passes overhead. The wind slightly blows. A cool touch on a sweaty face. It is peaceful here. The world and all of it's problems are left behind at the jungles edges. They can't follow me here. For a brief moment in my life all my fears and stresses, all my questions and insecurities, they fade away from me. I am left with a nearly perfect moment in time. A memory that will last forever. But the moment will not.

Life moves on. Life is the ever constant moving of water. We are born upon the mountain tops. Some are destined to move quickly into life. They are the few that move directly into streams and rivers. Most of us are destined to be cautious and hold back. We are the many. The snow covered peaks that ever so slightly melt off and begin as a slight trickle down the rocks. But we must move. It is our purpose. To live life. No matter which path we are destined for, the same always awaits us before the ocean. We will meet many rocks along the way. Some of us will have many waterfalls to overcome. We may catch in a pool beneath the fall, but even then we must continue to move.

What is it for, this endless journey that seems to last forever? Eventually we all reach the ocean. The vast expanse of nothingness. We move towards the horizon. The setting sun casting shades of gold across our faces as we dip into the beyond. And the heavens light up above us, welcoming us into their presence.

But life moves on. Rain continues to fall. New journeys begin everyday. The same paths that we took are now traveled by others, though not entirely the same. For as we moved along in our lives, we held onto our boundaries and pulled. Slowly, all of us moving together, we widened the boundaries for those next to travel the path.

Maybe that is the meaning of all things. We slowly move along in our lives, making things just a little bit different for those next to travel these roads. So that maybe if we do not achieve greatness, we will have made it possible for those behind us to do so. So that if we could not cause change in the world, those that come along will have a better chance at doing so. Once in a while, boundaries are widened enough that a small amount of water can push beyond the edges. Though it may start off as just a mere trickle, it is possible that one day, it will become a raging torrent.

If all of my life proves to be nothing more then a journey that was destined to pave the way for another behind it, I think I'm alright with that. I'll do my best to change the world, and find happiness in knowing I've made it possible for others to do the same. But for now I'll take it one day at a time. Until my calling finally comes.

I walk through the jungle. Solitude lies in every direction. Nothing changes here except for the shifting of the shadows as the sun passes overhead. The wind slightly blows. A cool touch on a sweaty face. It is peaceful here.

Wishes, Hopes, and Dreams

Not a lot on my mind right now. Yet after reading through a lot of good posts I can say that the ember that had receded into the back of my mind is once again aflame and I now wish to write some really thought provoking posts.

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Maybe next time though. When I've thought of something to write about.