The Rising Tide

A friend today turned me on to a band called M83, a French synth outfit. Listening to it on my way home from work made me reflective. Not that it takes a song to do this, but something quite odd is happening to me.

Lately friends old and new have been walking out of the woods towards me, heeding my call. I am not quite sure what to make of it all yet. It is emotionally strange, and strangely emotional. Do you remember Don, bubble boy? Floating around the world, silently observing? He left. I am bolder, and more embracing by the day. And to my utter surprise, I realize that I never in all my years realized there was so much worth holding onto. I am facing everything, discarding all that I once thought to be true.

I am standing in the surf and a tide is rising around me. It's powerful, as am I. Where will it carry me? Where will I go? I know that tomorrow is not here yet, and yesterday is gone. And while it is less safe, today is the better way. Of that I am certain. Even more strange is that everything I am doing, writing, and thinking seems far more real than I ever imagined.

I repeat the same mantra every day: Be humble, love everything around me to the best of my ability. God, it sounds so fucking New Age. And that's really not me. I guess you are privy. You may now join in laughter. I am! I think I am entering a new era in my life, and I know what I hope for, but I refuse to think too much about it. I just smile at the absurdity of it all....... that is, the absurdity of the possibility of finding peace of mind. Those of you who know me know that this would be a monumental achievement for me. I lack patience, unfortunately. I just can't wait to see what's next!