The Ocean Over Me

I saw an image today that pierced through my soul and brought forth such longing as had been held back previously. To think, in an instant, that to not do something dangerous, something more, something brave, something stupid, I would die. My soul would wither away into itself and, like a plant gone too long without water, I would live the rest of my life as merely a husk. Something dry and empty.

As I sat there, in my cozy chair, a smile spread over my face and tears filled my eyes. The lines of Thoreau kept playing themselves in my head, "...that I had not lived. .. that I had not lived... that I had not lived." I want to feel the power of the earth move me. I want to stand on the bow of ship on a stormy sea and feel it tip and not know if I'll make it to the crest of the next wave. I want to run fast and long and feel my lungs burn, the wind in my face.

I want to break out of this life and these rules. I want to feel alive



(Sorry about the crappy stock photo. )