On The Edge

I love the sea and remain captivated by its immense beauty for hours together whenever Im on a beach. I often find it difficult to tear myself away from that huge expanse of water and return. The world takes on a different meaning when Im standing there facing the sea and accounting for those unkept, broken promises which I made to myself. Everytime I look towards the crashing waves my mind hits the replay button on my life as if asking me to play nemesis on my life, chiding me for leaving things undone, emotions unsaid. It feels but natural to see my emotions and thoughts pour themselves out and lose themselves in the turbulence of the sea and return to me with their solutions presenting themselves to me.
As the waves wash up against my feet I can hear a voice calling out to me to come let my fears and myself loose between the folds of each caressing wave. Standing there I can see the blunders I made, I can see myself making peace with my surroundings and looking into the eye all those things which I have locked away in a corner of my mind fearing the terror they might unleash. But standing there in front of those waves crashing upon each other and melting into the sands I can slowly feel those fears and apprehensions getting lost into nothingness.
Years ago I remember myself standing at the beach on a full moon night watching the phosphor lined waves crash one after the other into the land, the salty wind blowing in my face and I could hear the voice which since then I heard so often imploring me to come out of my shell and melt into the darkness, to feel the silence and stillness which I was seeking and to feel the freedom of soaring high above the creation.
I wish to stand there again to be stripped of the walls that I have built, all my illusions and delusions alike. I want to be fearless again standing in front of my nemesis and be able to take on whatever life throws at me. The good, the bad and the ugly.