consistency

the steady rush of the waves instantly calms any troubles in my heart. there is suddenly nothing to worry about, no world to return to, just the open space, ready, waiting, for nothing more than me to dive in.
this is all the moons doing-or so i am told. the tide rolling in, then back out. this creates a trust i have with the ocean, with water, sometimes even with life.
when this however is thrown off, when the tide changes, or doesn't roll in, that is when i find myself losing faith in everything around me.

there are so many things we can all learn from the ocean, it teaches us about the basic, fundamental principles of life. the idea of finding that consistancy to life. that place where no matter what is given, what is brought in by those waves we will be okay with. and more importantly whatever is taken away we can live without.

the question i have been struggling with, is when do you go and swim out after what has been taken? what defines what is important enough to push through those waves. the ones strong enough to break down house, take out cars, wear away sand, rock and glass. how do you know when you have that and that losing something to waves wasn't you just losing your faith, losing that consistency, but that part of that path you must walk meanders into those crushing, blue waves.