Ashore

If you were to take a spyglass and look out across the ocean as you set sail on your great voyage, you would no doubt see darkened skies ahead, casting an ominous shadow over choppy, swirling waters, all looming in the distance, threatening to throw you off course, threatening to capsize you. And they very well may; the wind may blow at your sails from all different directions, a rogue wave may suddenly approach and throw you overboard. 

But do not despair. Though your vessel may float on the water’s surface in pieces around you, you can still grab hold of a part of the wreckage and paddle yourself to shore. And if that is stripped from you, you can always swim. As long as there is land in sight, you can always find a way to make it ashore. 

Unless you can’t swim. In that case, I hope you’re a fast learner. 

Image by Pexels from Pixabay

 

 

Ponderings – Humility

We’re invincible, untouchable, on top of the world, until something or someone comes along to take us down from our pedestal, remind us that we’re not so invincible after all. Thus, we gain an appreciation of the fact that there are situations that will challenge us, people who will best us. That we’re not as perfect as we thought we were.

Such are often the necessary building blocks of humility.

Ponderings – Ideas

Ideas solve problems, become inventions, cure diseases, build cities, make discoveries, write books, sing songs. They are the foundation of our lives and make the world go ’round. Yet if always kept enclosed in the confines of our minds, if never shared, never acted upon, they will surely come with us to the graveyard as just that: an idea.

Ponderings

We spend so much of our time worrying and obsessing over being heard and leaving a mark on the world. Why not instead focus on living on our own terms, creating the life we envisioned, and not caring whether or not we’re talked about for years after we’re gone?

Coincidentally, that’s exactly how those before us left their marks.

There’s Nothing Extraordinary About Life

There’s nothing extraordinary about life. Nothing unusual or amazing about being alive, about existing. Billions have done it in the past, billions are doing it as I type these words, and billions more will do it long after this post is written. What’s so special about something that everyone else is doing, that they’ve been doing their whole lives? Continue reading “There’s Nothing Extraordinary About Life”

This World Is But A Canvas

The other day I was talking to a friend of mine over at writersatheart2k15 about art. Specifically, its seemingly numerous forms. See, when I think of art, I think of a painting, like the Mona Lisa by Leonardo da Vinci, or a sculpture like The Thinker, by Auguste Rodin. After all, if you went to an art museum, for example, that’s what you’d expect to see. Continue reading “This World Is But A Canvas”