In the midst of the darkness of this long night… my heart is filled with uncertainty and my soul is restless. Yearning and anticipation are taking me on a roller coaster ride. It has been like this every night for as long as I can remember. But this feeling is getting intensified lately. I have learned to heed my intuition, and it never fails me. Now, I feel like something is going to happen. Never have we, as the people of this age, lived in such a contradiction since Charles Dickens wrote these words of wisdom:
” It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest seeing aies insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. ” Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities, Book the First, Chapter I.
It’s a time that we’re seeing all the evil of humanity awaken like vampires spreading through the land. Those who want to divide us and take us back to the darkest of ages where a man was void of his human rights and measured by the color of his skin instead of the merits of his deeds and the substance of his character.
On the other side, never we have gotten together, unified under a sense of comradery , as this time, for humanity, civil rights, equality, freedom, kindness… all the best of humane traits, transcending race, religion, nationality, and all other bars and walls of division.
I found myself, this night, waiting for the dawn of day and yearning for the sea! Such a great urge to be looking at my beloved Pacific Ocean on the Oregon Coast. You, the reader, may wonder what is the relevance?!! At times like this, when I am restless and filled with anxiety, I think of the sea. He is my best friend. The only being that can listen and understand. The only friend on this beautiful and sad Earth who can fill me with hope in spite of pain and despair. The sea is wise yet playful, vast enough to contain the world yet can be contained in my gaze and my heart, mighty yet gentle… and most importantly- the sea is a generator of hope.
Waves live all around the shores, living a life filled with stories; yet as soon as one wave reaches its final destination, resting at last in the shore’s embrace- a new wave will immediately be born in its wake, back to the sea, to live a new life, a brand new life of its own. An endless story of life-infinite.
Yes, here I am, in the middle of the darkness of this restless night, I find myself yearning for the sea. Dreaming to stand by its shores, where earth meets the sky, as if standing by the edge of humanity, at the age when we are tested and trialed if we, as the people, are deserving of it!
Oh, here is a droplet on my face..a mist, a sea breeze. I am refreshed and filled with hope. ©2017Gainperspectiveblog
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