Winter is in its early haul of heading out for another season, and I can feel the thaw of spring in its raw beginnings. My second year of university is coming to a slow close, and I am amazed of what I have already seen in those years; my days blurring into one another and my seconds flying by like the flutter of a birds wings on the wind.
I sat down and looked out my living room window, and out of that picture frame sat a room with a view. I could glimpse lights dancing across water and I breathed deep, grabbed my warm fleece jacket, and headed outside for some fresh air. The rest is just details. Here you go, and may you enjoy.
I stood on my balcony and stared across the water. In my gaze I could see the lights of the city as they glittered on the glassy ocean surface. I leaned on the wood, propping myself up in order to get comfortable, and let the games begin.
There is a legend of the Phoenix, of a bird that is burned alive and dies, only to become reborn again from the ashes of its former self. It becomes stronger, it becomes another life, and life is once again new and alive. It personifies the second chance we all ask for, the second opportunity that we long to give to another who may have passed on, and the second temptation we desire for that which has come and gone.
It was everywhere tonight...in my thoughts as I pondered my life where has been, where it is going, and where it is. What I have seen, what I have done, and what I have yet to see; all these whispered through my thoughts. I thought of that bird of flame and what it means to me. I thought of how my own legend is in its making, yet I also wondered if there will be any who heed my message. But, in the end, I thought of what I have learned as the seasons come in and the seasons fall out.
I watched as my soft frozen breath floated away in front of my eyes, and I gave thanks for the chance to see it and know it is my own. That once before my flames rose so high in front of me that I was unable to breathe...unable to think. I thought back to the days when my heart seemed to shatter and break, and knowing now that though it may crack it will be forever unbreakable; even though it may seem made of glass. Where once it was on my sleeve it is now in a place of safekeeping.
I need to get in touch with it again, I need to know it still feels the need to beat strong against another, I need to know that it still wants it all the same. I reached in my pocket and felt its rounded edges, fingering the smooth design, and held it tight in my hand. I see it for what it is, as I see myself for who I am. I see outside the picture frame and climb the road for the better vantage point. I walk my path and feel it as shifts and turns under my feet, and I raise my head so I do not miss anything that comes my way. I smile as life holds me close and grants me choice, as it grants me liberty. I see that there is no need for struggle in the end, and in the end we have our friends.
Breathe in and breathe in deep. Step out from what you once knew to be you, step out and become who you know you can be. Shine in the face of all the hardships when the days are long and full of darkness. Know we have to slacken, let loose the reins, and go for a ride. Let your soul carry you up and away, and allow your heart to trust again. Know that we are all here to take what we can, that we are all here to connect on all levels of time and space. Together we all can shine the way for the lost souls looking for the way home...and rise from your ashes to burn again. Until we meet again, people, until we meet again.
"Outside water like it was gray, I didn't what I had that day...walk a little farther to another plan; you said you did but you didn't understand. I know that starting over is not what life is about but my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth." - Isaac Brock of Modest Mouse
It was everywhere tonight...in my thoughts as I pondered my life where has been, where it is going, and where it is. What I have seen, what I have done, and what I have yet to see; all these whispered through my thoughts. I thought of that bird of flame and what it means to me. I thought of how my own legend is in its making, yet I also wondered if there will be any who heed my message. But, in the end, I thought of what I have learned as the seasons come in and the seasons fall out.
I watched as my soft frozen breath floated away in front of my eyes, and I gave thanks for the chance to see it and know it is my own. That once before my flames rose so high in front of me that I was unable to breathe...unable to think. I thought back to the days when my heart seemed to shatter and break, and knowing now that though it may crack it will be forever unbreakable; even though it may seem made of glass. Where once it was on my sleeve it is now in a place of safekeeping.
I need to get in touch with it again, I need to know it still feels the need to beat strong against another, I need to know that it still wants it all the same. I reached in my pocket and felt its rounded edges, fingering the smooth design, and held it tight in my hand. I see it for what it is, as I see myself for who I am. I see outside the picture frame and climb the road for the better vantage point. I walk my path and feel it as shifts and turns under my feet, and I raise my head so I do not miss anything that comes my way. I smile as life holds me close and grants me choice, as it grants me liberty. I see that there is no need for struggle in the end, and in the end we have our friends.
Breathe in and breathe in deep. Step out from what you once knew to be you, step out and become who you know you can be. Shine in the face of all the hardships when the days are long and full of darkness. Know we have to slacken, let loose the reins, and go for a ride. Let your soul carry you up and away, and allow your heart to trust again. Know that we are all here to take what we can, that we are all here to connect on all levels of time and space. Together we all can shine the way for the lost souls looking for the way home...and rise from your ashes to burn again. Until we meet again, people, until we meet again.
"Outside water like it was gray, I didn't what I had that day...walk a little farther to another plan; you said you did but you didn't understand. I know that starting over is not what life is about but my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth." - Isaac Brock of Modest Mouse
