I had a dream about the oceans edge, this unending
place where I found myself deep in thought about everything that matters in my
life, everything that I think matters.
Staring out over the water I understood the concept
of this endless everything.
I succumbed to the overwhelming sense of scale, and
how I was at the mercy of
Poseidon's will, and the knowledge that there is no
hope of holding back his will at any time in this life.
Not every battle can be won.
Not every wave will break at your feet…and not
everything you adore will protect your heart.
So still, afraid, and overwhelmed was I now. There
I stood defiant alongside Danbox, as both of us waited for the water to rise;
both of us uncaring if it did.
Only a ripple at first, but then came wave after
wave, breaking upon us mercilessly, trying to suck us underneath an angry and
heavy undertow.
Each time we were scattered to the ground, each
time we picked ourselves back up.
Here we stood once again at the water’s edge,
defiant to Poseidon's rage.
It wasn’t long until we understood that we were
only fighting ourselves.
Each wave manifested from our fears, our
disappointments, our ambitions, and this need to always have some sort of
control over the elements.
As we stood side by side I knew we shared in the
understanding that you cannot control chaos, that you cannot choose the
universes decision, and to do so makes trying to a fool’s errand and an
optimists downfall.
Stand defiant to the waves of chaos and drown.
Stand in resolution that sometimes we have to
challenge the rising water only to drown in its understanding.
There is power and strength in knowing that not
every battle should be fought, that it is your best chance at not being broken
by the waves of Poseidon's rage, to simply let go and step one foot into the
cold water.
To accept defeat in the reverence and understanding
of your own limitations is an act of universal acceptance, and through this
spiritual movement we all drown beneath these waves of understanding.
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