Imagine you are a wave on the ocean, and you\u2019re born of the salt and the wind. As you are born you see nothing but the blue of the sea and an endless journey before you.<\/p>\n
You are small and insignificant \u2013 there are mightier waves all around you. You are young and light, aqua and translucent. You are a tiny wave traveling the ocean, protected and comforted, hidden by the bigger waves all around you.<\/p>\n
And for the longest time you travel the ocean drifting between magnificent blue swells and gigantic angry waves, old and crested with white, bitter and ancient and sad. And wise.<\/p>\n
As you travel you grow and swell and you become one with the others \u2014 searching for meaning on the deep blue sea. As far as you know the only meaning to your existence is to wash ashore on and die on some distant beach \u2014 alone and discarded, your beautiful substance corrupted by sand and seaweed and splinters and pieces of debris that had washed up on beaches long before you emerged from the turquoise foam.<\/p>\n
You wonder, as you sail the surface of the sea, why you were born if your only purpose is ultimately to wash up on some lonely beach, thousands of miles away and die an ignoble death, your life sucked dry by the sand.<\/p>\n
And on your journey you are surrounded by younger and older waves \u2014 babies and frothy waves wearing white caps and made bitter by their own wisdom.<\/p>\n
You are somewhere in between, always somewhere in between. You see nothing but endless ocean, sometimes gray and sometimes aqua and sometimes turquoise, but always endless, always in motion, always alive.<\/p>\n
You make friends and you meld with another wave and from you springs forth a new wave, meek and virtually invisible amid the foam and the froth and the swells. Waves come and go and you travel on, inextricably connected to everything and belonging to nothing.<\/p>\n
You are surrounded by waves \u2014 large and small, young and old, yet you are alone. And you know it. You accept that someday you will wash ashore on some lonely beach far away, or maybe not so far away. You accept it because every wave before you has \u2014 the beautiful, the ugly, the bitter, the sweet, the gregarious, the sour \u2014 all before you have ended their existences on some sandy, unseen beach, far away.<\/p>\n
You are cresting white, and now as you age you feel less vain and less lonely, less vulnerable and less connected. You\u2019ve seen the young and the old, you\u2019ve seen the new and the ancient, you\u2019ve seen the sun, the storms, the rain and you\u2019ve heard the icy creak of salt ice breaking apart under a warming spring sun.<\/p>\n
You\u2019ve seen so much, but you will never see everything and you come to terms with that, \u00a0you understand.<\/p>\n
Always somewhere in between the young and the old, the new and the ancient, the seen and the unseen, the docile and the mighty \u2013 you sail on and on. The beaches you know surround you do not seem real, so you convince yourself to make the best of your cresting time \u2013 to enjoy the sun and to feel the rain and to experience everything you can \u2014 from the icy cold waters of some cold and forlorn ice-locked ocean, to the warm turquoise of the clear Southern seas<\/p>\n
Imagine you are cresting on some sweet warm sea \u2014 surrounded by the vague and the obvious, the little and the big, the meaningful and the meaningless, the absurd and the profound \u2014 intrepid, yet unsure, always somewhere in between.<\/p>\n
Beaches surround you, they\u2019re everywhere. And all you can do is ride the oceans until you wash ashore on some littered beach \u2014 maybe miles and years away.<\/p>\n
Imagine you are a wave, like any other, surrounded yet alone, always moving, always standing still, always young, always old, and always on a journey to a beach unseen and unknown\u2026always somewhere in between.<\/p>\n
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\nPattern of repeating.<\/em>
\nAlways hand in hand<\/em>
\nYet never really meeting.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nTo the singing of the choir,<\/em>
\nWhile I stand somewhere in between<\/em>
\nBirth and funeral pyre.<\/em><\/p>\n