Sea of Hope

The greatest crime against humanity is the invention of time.  Without it the world would be a simpler place and we could all live in peace.  But with it we are trapped into thinking that our lives revolve around time.  Life is not 9 am meetings and 3 pm conference calls.  Life is truly lived in moments when time has no bearing and we absorb our truest sense of being.  In those moments we are alive and for the rest of our existence we struggle to find another moment like it just so we can be reminded that we are actually alive rather than already having a foot in the grave.  Capitalism and industrialization have killed the human spirit.  At heart we are truly nomadic travelers who seek nature’s perfection.  While forests are being cut down so houses can built and while funding for parks declines seemingly every elections because policies on war and taxes take precedent.  What have we done with this world we live in?  The greedy hands of powerful men who want nothing more than to be re-elected taint anything beautiful or pure.  Everyday we waste away our last outposts of sanctity we are inching closer to losing our bearings of what it means to be.  To sit along the rocky coastline and watch the waves crash with such violent grace until the sun fades beyond the horizon is where I will always be.  To feel the sand between my toes and sink into the soft surface with each step as I turn my back from the sea and head farther up this oasis.  As night approaches all becomes quiet and the sounds of silence enter the fray.  The water rushing onto the sandy shore and the gentle breeze humming so sweetly in my ear make up a chorus of tangible tranquility.  Lying down in the sand and looking up at the numerous lights dashed across sky I become completely lost amongst the endless frontier of dark and light with the luminous moon being my only point of reference.  As the stiff sea breeze flutters the salty air through my nose I become alive.  It is as though I have inhaled the elixir of life.  A moment like this is what keeps the spirit hopeful.  It has been some time since I have lived and I yearn to do so while I have youthful ignorance on my side.  Treasure the life you find because soon there will be nowhere to find it.  Soon we may be doomed to the concrete jungle, which grows stronger each and every day.  It is never too late to start living, so be free and find yourself.  The longer we wait the closer we get to being another victim of society’s curse.  To dare to live is to dare to love, so rise young soldier and find thy truest sense.  Happiness is temporary, pain is everlasting, and love is essence.  The road is long and arduous but each step taken towards love is a step towards life.  We are what we love so if we love pain it shall define us.  But if we love goodness and harmony then we shall achieve nature’s perfection.