This post idea closely relates to my favorite poem of all time, "Charles Hanson Towne - Around the Corner." Humans get caught up in every little thing not worth our time. In the process of letting the days roll by, we forget about everything . It's fucking terrifying to think about how often we let things slip by, because we are too scared to take the leap. Humans are deathly afraid of taking the leap. We have to let go of the fear and run openly with our vulnerability, wearing it loudly and proudly. Fear is poison, it's evil, it's a controller preventing us from unlocking our true potential. Allow me to tell you how much I miss the beach.
I live a little over a mile away from the beach, no more than a ten minute walk. I have a stunning view from my backyard, absolutely breath taking. Almost every day I catch myself thinking about how lucky I am to be able to experience such a view. On some nights the stars sit perfectly above the water, my absolutely favorite image in the world. It'll be burned into my mind for years to come, something I'll tell my kids about. However, when I go too far inland I can't see the water, it makes me anxious. And sometimes when I look out at the beautiful view before me it makes me cry. I don't visit the beach enough. I miss the beach.
Let me reiterate, I live withing a ten minute walk of one of my favorite things in the world. But because it's right there, I only ever watch. Why would I take time out of my busy schedule to go visit something I see every day? It's nothing short of ludicrous to have such a thought. I see it every single day, it's fine if complacency sets in. The next time the weather is nice, I swear to myself I'll go. Even if the weather isn't nice, I'll go next week anyway. I'll wonder what the sand will feel like between my toes now, but it''ll still be there tomorrow. What's the rush? I swore to myself I'd do it and I'd never lie to myself.
All of the sudden you are old. Life has caught up and your body hurts. You spend your days wondering if the beach was ever really fun anyways. In all your years, you've seen it thousands of times. Plus you've visited lakes, rivers, and even ponds. They were all beautiful in there own regard, but for some reason the beach still sits in the back of your mind. You'd still like to know what the sand feels like between your toes. After all these years you decide its finally time to walk to the beach. It's only a mile and a half after all. The walk now takes triple what it did when you were younger and exhaustion starts to set in. You stumble a handful of times along the way, but it'll be worth it as soon as you get to feel the sand between your toes. When the beach finally comes into sight an overwhelming since or beauty and pride reach your heart. And then you collapse. Your body couldn't take the strain of life anymore, leaving you to miss out on your last possible chance to visit the beach. You'll always have to wonder what the sand felt like.
Then you wake up. Your old age was only a stress dream, but this time instead of pushing it aside, you'll leave your schedule open and make the walk. The walk is a bit tiring, but nothing you hadn't expected. After the ten minutes you arrive at the beach, finally able to place your feet in the sand. The sand is hot, contrasting well with the cool water. Fuck is the only world that escapes your lips. You start laughing followed by tears rolling down your cheeks. It feels better than you could have ever imagined. And you finally get to feel it after all this time, because you got up, took the chance, and made the walk.
I think I'm going to walk to the beach.
- Noble
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