Ocean

The waves gather around with the powerful wind blowing behind them. Just like your enemy, they know when to attack. But they also move in a pattern so if you watch closely, you can move out of the way. The waves push the heavy rocks to the shore. The bring back souvenirs. And they take back the little rocks while leaving the heavy ones for the shore. Because that’s how the ocean takes care of its heavy weight. It gives it to the shore so that the heart of the ocean can gather up more strength to come up again. What heavy rocks have you been holding on to that you wish you could leave at the shore? What things from the past that have faded so far back in the memory lane and the details are fuzzy and you don’t even care whose fault it is at this point but sometimes when you think about it, it makes your heart beat faster because of the anxiety it brings. Of the shame it brings. Of the What Ifs it brings. Of the How Could They it brings. How would it feel to not think about those things anymore- carefree, liberating, terrifying??! What if holding on to it gives you a sense of purpose- a sense of justice. Who wouldn’t wanna be the Good Guy? Even bad guys do once in a while. Who wouldn’t wanna have the authority of They Fucked Me Over and Now They Must Pay. Who wouldn’t wanna play God? Even Zeus himself did and he wasn’t very good at it.