Calm and Steady

It's like waking up in front of the beach. Seeing the ocean at low tide. Calm and steady.

I remember when I was a kid, 8 or 9 years old, we used to go to Batangas on weekends and stay in my aunt's private resort which stands in front of the beach. I love walking on the shore every morning. Picking up sea shells, chasing crab-lets and just seeing the beauty of earth. I love the feel of the sand on my feet--the cold grainy sand when you burry your feet on. I love how the ocean smells, the greasy air that kisses your skin, and sound of the waves. It's my favorite place on earth. Calm, safe and steady. Like nothing could harm you.

By mid day, You can see the water rise. The feel of the wind changes and the warmth of the sun is starting to irritate your skin. The sound of birds chirping as they fly is no longer music to your ears. The running creatures on the sand has all gone hiding and the shells you've been gasping for becomes nothing but plain rocks to your eyes. You could hardly smell the ocean. As the tides hit the shore stronger and the sand castles had all been destroyed, so is that moment. That calm, safe, peaceful and steady moment. Like nothing could ever change.

As the light started to fade out from your eyes and witness the sun drown in the angry sea, darkness has emerge to conquer your view. The memories of a beautiful morning had been forgotten. Every beautiful moments had all been wiped. And all that is left was nothing but hope. Hoping for a beginning, a fresh start, a new day. A calm, safe, peaceful, serene and steady tomorrow. Like nothing could be ever forgotten.

I could only hope my morning will continue as my days go by. I will soon be facing the mid day and sure to die by night. There's nothing I could do as the world turns. There's nothing but faith to decide my future. I could only pray to be calm and steady.