Back to Basics

There’s something beautiful about the way

The stars shine in the misty night

While you’re there waiting by the bay

Waiting for someone to share them with you tonight

 

I sort of forgot how much better everything is by the secluded sea. No cellular signal, no internet connection, no tech; just me and the whispering waves enveloped by the starlight.

It’s been two years since I last went here. In those two years, I have been subject to the hustle and bustle of life. Everything went like a blur that I wished I had a giant button.

Now I have returned to my slice of paradise; a place where the folk songs I constantly to are made of. Waves of nostalgia crash upon me as I take a step on this cradle of barefoot heaven once more. And as the cold night breeze greets me as I write this under the stars, one thing has been established in my heart.

I have found tranquility again.

A Journey Into The Center of the Ambitious Mind

Yes, I do admit, maybe I dream too big for my own good.

Ambition is actually a good thing. It fuels anyone’s fire and drives them to push further. Just the mere thought of reaching those dreams you once thought untouchable can give someone the chills. Of course, everyone wants to win at this game we call life.

However, like all good things, too much of it can kill you. Too much fuel in your tank can give you a false sense of power, as though you were unstoppable and untouchable. Once you drive too fast and overshoot everything, you’ll fall of the edge and land someplace where fallen dreams are made of.

And we call that place the ruins.

When most people crash there, some tend to go awry and question themselves. Some fall into withdrawal, depression and in some cases, turn to suicide for answers. Taking this path is like sending everyone and everything a big, resounding FML*.

But then again, they should really be thankful that they still have one.

There is another road however that is less taken. This road is reserved only for the strong of heart, who are ready to leave the past behind and start from square one with hopes that they find a happier ending for them. They are reborn like phoenixes who are born from the ashes, even more beautiful as before every time.

And I sure hope I’ll be able to take the latter path.

 

 

*FML – F— my Life