Where the Tidal Waves Go

The ocean waves crashed onto the beach with power and majesty. The salty air brushed my face like the warm hand of a loved one. Perhaps that is what lies beyond the horizon. As my feet sink themselves deeper into the sand I look out further. Past every wave and ocean bird -- past the boats and the people they carry. All I see in the vastness of it all is nothing, only a place I wish to go. A place where the sky meets the sea. A place that seemed to be void of anything worth seeing. Often though, those are the places we seem to find the most in. Whether it’s the vastness of space -- or the deepest depths of the ocean -- when we think nothing could possibly be there, something always shows its face as if the game of hide and seek is finally over.

The ocean, she calls to me. Her mystic songs have enchanted me for too long, my heart aches with each crashing wave. I look up to the sky and see a swarm of seagulls extending their wings over the ocean surface. How I wish I could be a seagull. I would take to the sky with only one destination in mind. I lay back in the sand and imagine my wings soaring through the salty air. Seeing nothing but the ebb and flow of the sea with each passing moment -- finally I see it. I look down into one of the waves cresting in the tranquil waters. In the white foam of the crest I could see what I was and what I would be.

Happy -- That was all I was, all I could be, all I would ever be. I opened my eyes, the sun was setting. The song of the ocean had finally subsided. For the first time in my life -- It was quiet. Looking out to the orange horizon a feeling of peace swept over my body. The air entered my lungs as if I was breathing for the first time. One final wave crested in the distance. The waters went still and calm as if they had suddenly fallen asleep. I knew now what laid beyond the horizon, where the sky met the sea. We all know what’s out there. Our past, our present, and our future. The waters hold all of human history in every drop and wave. The oceans have been here long before us, and will remain long after. If you are lost, if you long for answers -- go to her. Find her and she will guide you. She will show you what lies ahead only if you surrender yourself to her. Then, and only then, will you find what you are searching for -- you will find where the tidal waves go.