Shoot

I want to get my face behind a camera. I want to glue my eyes to the view finder and snap away. Set the shutter speed to a million shots a second and go crazy. I want to put this glittering ocean on film. Maybe if I take enough pictures of it, and plaster my walls at home with them, it'll be as if I never left. There's something so humbling and hopeful about looking at the ocean. It reminds me that I am about as significant as one grain of sand on the floor of this vast sea of blue. That is, life will always move forward, forever undulating like these waves, whether I'm laying here or not. I can stand here, resistant, but the waves will smash into my back over and over again. And they'll always win. Eventually life will sweep me away, and carry me on forever, until I reach that point when sea meets sky and no one can see me anymore, not even me. Until I essentially no longer exist. And the waves will keep smashing. And children will still bury each other and make castles with moats that will have vanished by the evening tide. It's the facts of the ocean, of life. The question I suppose then is, do I stand here and watch or swim out to sea?

-ZMar