Perseverance

There are mornings when you wake up, and you feel at peace. There are a million things you know that you have to do. But yet, you are a well rested and calm.

I am a sentimental person and my memories scar me as much as my dreams. I am on my way to somewhere. I can't say that I know what it is, but I can see clearly now all that it isn't, pulling back away from like the landscape from the rear car of a train.

Where am I headed in all this? What is the purpose that I seek. My life feels like an endless journey forward. Like tripping through sunsets and falling through days. I pursue something, but what that something is, isn't clear. I'm not seeking enjoyment, rather just happiness.

Before, when I was younger, this process was alienating. It was as if the sounds of the future obscured what were my relationships in the present. It was waves, breaking on the surf that pulled me forward and out of the moment.

I feel now, self actualized. As though this is the start of that path that sweeps you out and away. The waves have been replaced by a silence of emotion and image. Before I stood on the caboose, watching the landscape of my everything, pull out from beneath me. Now though, I turn away from all that. Who we were, is but a feeling laced with the love of who we wanted to become. You and everything are me, and the beauty of your vastness beckons me to turn away. To look ahead. To feel ahead. To dream ahead.

Before us, is an eternity of moments. We are sadness, perseverance, hope, and love. We are destiny and failure and toil and blood and sacrifice. We are pain, and pain, and pain.

But when we let go- we are weightless. We are faith, and we are light and we are beautiful. We acquiesce. We are the dreams set in motion by the benevolence of a vast universe and every breath that slips from our pale lips rises, to join the rest like stars. Pinpricks of beauty that spot the universe and illuminate everything.