...Seth rose one afternoon thinking it was just another day to begin. If he only knew what was going to take place, would he of just turned over and fell back to sleep?
Another state away lies a young lady staring at the ceiling wondering what the existence of life is all about...wondering if the loneliness could get anymore lonely and desiring a long walk on a beach with someone she completely loves and loves her. Her heart is pounding with anxiety that eats at her...toys with her...talks back at her...she wonders if she can pull herself together for another day...not desiring to go out to face another dreaded day of mystery.
Each day has come and gone like another wave crashing in the beach with no end in site. The storms have come and gone, the still of the water has made its way to motion again...is each day suppose to go by so fast...are these moments flying by faster when coming in for a landing...what is happening in this world that it seems that there is no method to the madness...faces are beginning to run together...and the meaning of life shifting faster than a stock car heading for the home stretch. There seems to be no end to these days.
...Seth begins the day looking deep into his soul...knowing that the meaning of life is in there. He has been coming to a point in his life that the people with all the titles...the people with all the understanding...the people with the look of professionalism...is nothing more than a facade. He has begun to see cracks in the systems of the world, the nation, the church, the academia world...he has sensed that something more is inside to be expressed, found, lived. His longing is to put his finger on what is itching so bad...what is it? What is demanding attention?
She is dreading the morning...shoot the whole day...she speeds through the whole day before it has taken its course and already hates it. She looks in the mirror...SCREAMING INSIDE...another tear begins to form and rolling down her cheek...does she have enough inside her to make it another day? Can she manage fake talks, laughs, expressions? Is this who she truly is? SCREAMING turns into grunts and the walk to begin to get dressed and to the car. The drive is dreary...a void that is so deep...the drive is like every other day...she is there faster than she wished...and the beating on the steering wheel does not take away the emotional chaos.
What's with these days? Why are they feeling so different? There is something in the air...just when you think you might have something figured out...the day rolls into another and another...and you begin to see that the same expression is on the people around you...wondering what's with these days?
Seth is stopped on his walk in the morning to attempt to clear his mind and listen to what the still small voice is saying...he stairs at this person asking him a question...he hears the words...but does not listen to them...but then the expression of the person wakes him to conscience...and Seth asks "can you repeat that?" He is stunned...the person says "This isn't all we are meant to be, is it?" And the strangeness was that he did not stay to hear an answer...he walked on...and Seth stood there in a fog. He is stunned...was he talking out loud...how did that other man know what I was wrestling with, what...he did not stay to hear my answer...shoot what is my answer...
She pulls out of the frig her lunch...thankful she prepared it the night before...but not happy she is sitting there with people wanting to talk...'can't these people see I DON'T WANT TO TALK', she thinks to herself...and out of the blue she hears in the back ground...'you know your alright'...'huh what, who...' she spins around and no one is there...she is perplexed...she thinks to herself...'was I talking out loud...what was that...wait who was that?' The afternoon goes by so fast...but that voice...that voice is ringing in her head...'who was that'...
A newness seems to be dawning...but what is it...the days seem to be talking but what are they saying...and how is that possible? The air is filled with energy that seems to want to be experienced...but how? Newness...new...new to what...where is the newness going...what does it look like, feel like? How does it want to be defined?
...the answer begins to turn into the carrot...you know the carrot before the horse...and the horse continues to walk staring at it...thinking at any moment he will be able to chew down on it. But that moment never comes. Seth is chewing on that thought even more...'what is all this meant for?' All the systems being a dud...all of it in place for power of the elites...the power struggle of the desire to be excepted begins to fall away...and this question...this DAMN QUESTION!!!
"Love is it real? Have I had it all wrong? How do I get it? Why can't you just go down to the corner store and buy it? AWWWWW!!!! Just seems its not for me", she thinks...but then there is the thought it is meant to be...but when? She is staring once again at the damn ceiling and the night has come once again...and the voice...THE VOICE...OH MY GOODNESS THAT VOICE!!!! "you know your alright"...she begins to think back to when she was a child...the memories flying by so fast she has a hard time keeping them in order...and she settles on this one moment and time as a young child...playing alone with herself and she heard that voice then...'what was it saying?' She sees what she is wearing...oh how she missed that yellow pocket dotted dress...ahhh the smell...the moment of peace...how happiness is filling her entire being...LOVE...LOVE...Oh my goodness, tears streaming down her face...love...that voice.
In a moment the day begins to stand up and be noticed...it is becoming to take a clearer picture...it is becoming to take shape and form...but what?
The moment came and the sound of the crashing waves with the shining of the moon took his breath away. Seth began to see a vision it was something he has never seen before and experienced...his senses seem to be heighten...he is aware of where he is, smells the sea, hears the waves, but what he begins to see...has him in complete awe...is this real? He begins to see himself on one side of this world...this world is hanging before him between the ocean and the moon...he sees himself...and senses he is STRONG, CONFIDENT, SOUND, PEACEFUL, HAPPY, PERFECT...then the world rises closer to the moon...creating further space from the ocean...he now is under the world staring back at him with a smile...the smile makes him feel warm, in control, and peaceful.
