Thoughts on Life

Water, Water, Everywhere

Life and death have been compared to many things, countless times.

And I suppose for me to do the same would be overdone.

Although I suppose that that shouldn't matter.

One way I have came to look at life is that it's like a mass of water.

It starts in the lake and then evaporates.

Then it becomes rain and falls back where it started.

No matter how many people leave this world, there will always be more to take their place.

Just like how every time it rains a little bit more is added to a lake or a stream forms.

Every drop of water in a lake or river or pond or stream is a person.

The rivers will a always flow.

The brooks will always babble.

I came to think about all this while sitting on a boat in a lake.

The sun had started to set so it was reflecting on the water in such a nice way.

It made the water look like the most beautiful blue I had ever seen.

It was pale and deep, light and dark all at once.

The sort if beautiful that an artist could only dream of creating but never can.

And I feel myself grow a twinge of envy over this color.

Because I wish that the shade of blue of my eyes were as beautiful as the water.

I didn't take a picture of it because I know it would do no good, it would do no justice in capturing it.

It was one of those things that you can only capture the beauty of through your eyes.

But you can only capture it by living life.

Break the surface of the water with your finger until you have submerged yourself in its grasp.

Let it surround you with people to meet and places to go.

And when it's all over, let it sink you until you reach the bottom and kiss you goodbye.

A wet kiss is still a sweet one.