A Dieing Ember

Sitting on the dunes,I take a drag of my cigarette as the morning fog dissipates, as I stare out at the ocean before me I am left to wander what is in store for me today. Will it be different than every day before it, or will it prove to be nothing more than the stale repetition of events that I have come to know as life?

As the waves crash against the jetty I am left to ponder about life. Are we merely pieces of a greater whole or are we meant for something more. Is it fair to focus on solely ourselves or should we put aside our own problems to help those people we hold dear. Would that male us better people? would that make us happier people?

The stillness is broken by the rustling of grasses behind me. And I am reminded that I am not alone. I have friends that, even though they are hundreds of miles away, constantly reminded me of their presence. And I have family that despite their ability to put me in my place always lend a shoulder to lean on or an extra minute to listen to what is on my mind.

I am brought back to reality with the sound of gulls overhead. My day has started, and I must prepare for the day ahead. Will it prove to be another stale repetition of events? Maybe, but for now I have decided to live in the moment,and to cherish the people I have in my life.

I stand up to leave throwing my cigarette to the ground and push it deeper into the sand. I see the last ember die,and with it dies my apprehension of the days ahead. The waves crash against the jetty, the wind rustles the grasses, and the gulls call overhead. And for now, I am at peace.

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