I stopped for a split second to watch the tide roll in and wait for the lamest tears ever to make their escape. Whenever I blink, my wet eyelashes rub against the lenses of my glasses and they get all smudgey and then I'm like the sweaty ten year old with dirty nerd glasses and a koolaid mustache...only, minus the mustache, I guess.
So I was blinking and looking around and my lack of night vision paired with the bright lights and dark sky and my dirty glasses made my eyes sting and I said aloud, "so, who am I?" It was a question I've avoided for the past few months and I realized I was finally able to breathe again after having asked it. I'm not sure how people can journey through an entire lifetime without stopping continually to question their existence.
If the stars were not set in the sky to light the path along which I traverse, then why? And if my very being is just a coincidence then I should immediately ingest the contents of my medicine cabinet before sleep, because death alone would be sweeter than a life which lacks purpose.
If my days are meant for getting ahead, for hating anyone, for greed and apathy and characteristics most natural to me, then it would better if I never was.
If the beliefs of one differ so extremely from those of another, then the chasm driven by such differences will inevitably only grow.
But if he ties a rope around his waist, and I around mine and we fight for it then we might slow the tearing apart and have some kind of a bridge. But a bridge doesn't do much good when there isn't anyone willing to cross it.
And if one such merger were right, then it would feel right.
Right or wrong, I fight and I kick and I scream and I tell myself, "I will soul-search tomorrow, not today."
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