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The Midnight Coconut Party |
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As I evolve, progress, now as I am, triggered by self-inflicted pain, realizations, educational trauma, and challenges that, through action based on logic, my emotions react to, I am lead to answers.
I am a trickle of water following a long string, and the fuel is the pain of my false expectations, my expectations of a reality different than the world around me. It is not just about what I believe will happen, but how I perceive reality.
I am caught in the middle of the ocean right now, pushed off the previous island, slowly moving and all I can do is wait whilst the current takes me. I want to reach my homeland, my source, and I plunge my arms in the water, I jump in the water and pull my raft, I blow against the wind with my mouth in every effort to escape the ocean desert.
I am at sea, on a raft that is my mind, and the waters that is time. I have nothing to do but log my journey as I do right now. I put forth the effort I could, facing the fears I had to, to leave my island, to push off and face another reality, find a new land, bigger, better, with more opportunities of thought, more freedom of imagination.
And the ocean is time… time, for my raft to leave, to travel the great passage… and I will be at sea as long as I look to my old island as home, as security. The ocean will never end until I burn the hope of returning, returning to a place simpler, easier, for my gentle mind to exist.
It is a choice I have forced upon myself, and now the mind within that controls my emotions and fears must come to terms with my decision. That I will weather the dangers of a new place with more opportunities instead of accepting the hardships I am accustomed to of the old place. The hardships I thought meant survival, life itself.
But they were just hardships brought about by the island I found myself on. And there is a better land, a better home, with less hardships, more opportunities, and with that freedom, more to falsely fear.
That is what it is to be a warrior, a traveler, an explorer. To stare out into the great blue and strive to utilize your body and your mind for greater grander things, to build a raft systematically, to say goodbye, and risk all for a new world.
The organization of a midnight coconut party has its endearing qualities, but some of us must pull the tribe to new fronts. It is our nature. |
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