Tuesday, November 13, 2012


A beginning for my story? Let me know what you think!

Michael Carrington stood along the bluffs, watching as the washes crashed on the shore over and over. He thought about the raw power displayed a hundred meters below him, the clear line between land and sea as the two forces collided time and again. This was his favorite spot ever since he was young. He always felt that here was purity in life; two clearly defined powers that continuously clashed, never ceasing their battle. He imagined the two powers as armies, and he knew that was what he wanted to do with his life. He wanted to test himself, to find out if he was made of stronger stuff than his opponents. He longed fopr the chance to test his mettle and to truly know himself.
                Tomorrow was the day he would be sent off to boot camp, sent off to become a man (at least that’s what they say.) He would learn to become a gear in the machine, a piece of the greatest army on God’s green Earth; he would learn how to take a man’s life without a second thought. His family still did not understand why he wanted to go. They thought it barbaric that he would want to pursue this career. He told them every single time, he was doing this for himself, to find out who he really was. All they say was an intelligent young man wasting his life to play the action hero.
                As he stood out there, his sister Victoria came up beside him, her eyes already limned with tears. He could tell she was trying her best to hold back, but she never was the best about masking her emotions.
                “Are you sure about this Michael? You can work at the store with Dad, you don’t have to do this.” Her voice shook with every syllable.
                “I told you before Victoria, this is what I need to do. I need to know this.” Michael refused to look at her, for his own sake.
                “You’ll be safe, right? You’ll come back home?”
                “As soon as I can, I’ll be coming back in one piece.”

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Ruminations on the contemplations

The little details of our lives fade away into the crashing waves of our experience. They are lost, stranded at sea and never to come back. But the things they leave behind, that is all we have left. The fingerprints these people leave behind on our lives shape us into who we are today. We are a patchwork, a collage of the things we've done, the things we've said, the things others have said. Do not despair and weep over what was; realize that what happened was always meant to happen. What happened has given you a new perspective on yourself and those around you. What happened is an experience that will enrich your life beyond measure, good or bad. Find the goodness in every moment, because every moment has the capacity to inspire. She may not be coming back to you, he may not want you anymore, but it’s up to you to keep moving forward, to forge ahead and make yourself who you want to be. It is YOUR life, so start living it that way.