Directions

Prose, December 26, 2008 at 10h18

Trust me on this next bit, because yesterday I walked a long way through the snow and saw the symbolism with my own mind.

All our lives are like a deep winter. There are billions of us plodding through it with only a few different places to go. In most directions, the trails are well-used and the snow is packed down tight. This is where we go, these simple ways, with miles of untouched possibility all around us. You can go that way and nobody will stop you, but you’ll never know where it leads, and how difficult the walk will be.

Some people take those directions.


On The Beach

Prose, October 26, 2008 at 06h14

The entire restless night I couldn’t shake the feeling of traveling to the end of the world, only to find that it’s exactly the same as you remember, except without life.

Muse

Prose, October 14, 2008 at 10h03

At times I feel like I’ve been holding my breath but then I understand that it’s the thought of her that leaves me breathless. In her absence, I’ve focused on life. I’ve sorted through ambition and goal, personal and professional. I have breathed. Deeply. And when I exhale, I will move through my life at ease.


Transparent

Prose, October 2, 2008 at 09h35

The mirror showed no reflection of my self. None. I smashed it with a clenched fist and it crashed to the ground in pieces. The wall behind it wasn’t there. I could put my hand right through where it should be. I had no idea where I was.

Burning

Prose, September 17, 2008 at 11h13

There was a long road that I was walking on, which was hardly a road at all except that I was walking on it. It was actually unending dry sand under a scorched orange sun punishing me for being in its presence. I awoke in that place from an unsettling dream within an unsettling dream, the feeling of looking into opposing mirrors and staring at infinity. Confused, I moved forward, walking for hours and days and years without any idea where I was going. When I finally stopped, I looked down and saw my own footprints in the sand ahead of me. Panicking, I looked behind me, but there were no traces of me there. I looked up at the sun and shook my head slowly, turned around and kept walking. But it got no colder.


Succeeding in Failure

Prose, September 16, 2008 at 10h54

Time will never offer us success. It is itself as successful as anything could possibly be because it has no end. When measured by the absolute of time, there is only failure, and the very best we can do is avoid it as long as possible. In the end, though, you will fail. Accept this. And understand that it isn’t bad; it is normal. It is as things are. Don’t dwell on this for long because ultimately it doesn’t limit your possibility. Failures will be forgotten. Do anything.


Reaching

Prose, August 27, 2008 at 11h19

In my dream, I slept on the peak of a mountain overlooking the world. At the highest point, I could see everything. I did not fall if I reached too far. I was not scared.

Prompted

Prose, July 9, 2008 at 06h35

What would you be doing if there was no hand to stop you?

I’m clinging to the thinning thread of my life, eyes closed tight, afraid to look at the unfamiliar sea of possibility below. The water is as deep as I can imagine, and knowing this terrifies me. There is a strong wind fighting me, pushing me, pulling me; it sends waves higher and higher until my feet are wet with temptation, soaking into me and making me heavy with its enticing taunt. I tell myself to let go but stubbornly I keep holding on. Continued…


Shaking Reality Out Of Belief

Prose, July 3, 2008 at 05h35

I had been sleeping for a few hours when I started to dream about doing laundry, because all my clothes and all my life needed cleaning. I opened the dryer door to take it all out but there was nothing inside. So I looked more carefully, inspected the inside of the dryer by climbing into it. Nothing. Somehow I understood that to find my things I would need to close the door. This way I could see the machine function, and if my things were going missing, I would see where. However, the door wouldn’t close behind me. I pulled it tight, shook it. It wouldn’t move. So I shook it more. Continued…


Glowing Before Growing

Prose, June 18, 2008 at 02h42

There’s nothing wrong with a little physical pain in life. Indeed, too much may be uncomfortable; but if there was no pain at all, you’d never know you were alive. My hand right now is burned and throbbing and unpleasant, but with the waves of pain come moments of relief. It’s the ongoing struggle of suffering for personal growth, because anything worthwhile is worth your will.