Footprints In The Sand

I have walked this beach before many times.

My feet are imprinted among the stones and wood pieces washed up from the many storms that have crossed paths with the sand. I can still see the remenents of past times and can also invision the future footprints I will place here many times more. Each foot embedded in the sand, some heavy some light of foot.

Today I try and walk without judgement, soft and light like a feather whose flight has come to an end. Delicate and discarded, no longer needed as it floats to the ground. I will surrender like the feather.

Yesterday the storms came. Yesterday my feet walked heavy and hard on the surface of the beach. Strong legs embraced the torrents of water and held to the surface against the oncoming winds. I embraced this weather like I embraced my emotions, soggy and wet with tears. My hands held a stick, I threw it. My hands reached down and clutched a stone, I threw it into the ocean trying to clear my head. I am the storm.

I can still see the footprints I have left. They will be there for awhile. Maybe someone will walk this beach and see these footprints and wonder why they are so deep? I hope I do not cater to the leftover emotions I leave for someone else to feel. That is not my intention.

Freedom should be felt on theses sands of time immortal. Freedom to be easy and fly like the pebbles sifted by the tides. Moving gentley one day and violently the next. Do my footprints impress others?

I shall not stumble and fall upon the sand. I will walk with purpose and conviction. Let those that see the footprints say “This is a strong individual.” I want to walk with humility, humble in how I interact with another’s footprints I too meet on the beach, wondering why they are there. Are they too enlightened? Do they impress upon me with their enlightenment?

One footprint in the sands of time, make it worth it.

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