THE WAVE WANDERINGS: Lost at Sea
I resented the waves for the way they took me from the shore. The way they pulled me from all I had known and all I had ever been. I did not know the way home and the waves would not tell me, they simply carried on, carrying me away with them. They did not seem to listen to me and try as I might I could not turn the sails. I was not a trained sailor, I was only a girl. A girl who had been content at home- and now but a girl, lost at sea.
These waves, they were a map I could not read and yet they were leading me somewhere, somewhere I had never been. Somewhere I couldn’t imagine, or so they said. I wasn’t convinced of the adventures these waves whispered to me, of the things to be found along farther shores. They told me about wonders and I told them about home, hoping they would fall in love with it’s safety as I had. And if in love, then they could not help but carry me back home. For wave or not- one is always drawn to what they love.
Well, unless you are a girl simply lost at sea.
I had always been content at home on dry land so I tried to be content on the waves too- I really did. But on those days the waves would toss about me, urging me not to be content. The waves assured me there was peace in being content, but that it was no excuse to be a coward. So violent did they become that I had no other choice. Honest, I never intended to do it, but I had to! I was forced to grab the sails, I was forced to learn. I was forced to grab the wheel and steer this boat with intention, with purpose. Though I hadn’t a clue I would do anything to calm the waves and it seemed only bravery could do so, even the calm wasn’t pleased with content complacency.
The waves, they believed in her. They knew she was safe, content and they knew she always could be. They also knew that deep within her did not lie the heart of a coward, but rather that of a pioneer; which is why they could not let her stay. Though she fought and raged like her own storm they could not let her stay. She could not see the shores they reached or the adventures they knew awaiting her. She had no idea! But the waves- they knew exactly what she was capable of and what they were dragging her into. The waves were sure and true, they would never leave one behind or leave them in a place where they could not reach them. After all, they were always moving consistently and persistently. Was there a day they had not risen with the tide or fallen with the dawn? The girl had always trusted them to be there day in and day out. Why couldn’t she trust them now?
She had resented the waves for taking her away but by the time she reached the farther shores- the ones with new adventures, valleys, and mountains- she thanked them. She had always trusted the waves to move about her, but she had never before trusted them to carry her too. Now she did.
She had been so content at home, and still as time wore on she would think of it. Thinking of it- but not missing it, for home would always be safely and securely there. Safe and secure, home wasn’t going anywhere- even if she was. She had been so content where she was and where she had always been. Content in a place that lacked courage, a very, very dangerous place for anyone to dwell. A place where complacency transforms the courageous into cowards. But a coward wouldn’t know how to sail a boat or reach the farther shores! And a coward certainly won’t know how to calm a sea that asks for an ounce of courage!
And well, she simply wasn’t content with simply not knowing those things anymore.
She didn't want to be content, she wanted to be courageous.