I’m standing on a beach.
My eyes look to the path ahead, a blanket of sand stretching out endlessly on uneven sandy terrain.
Moving forward is a must, but what I’m walking toward isn’t clear.
A horizon filled with water and sky sparkles like a mirage on the canvas way far away, calling for me to walk toward it. Despite my knowing I’ll never reach that point.
No clear distinction between them. Sky and water overlap, weave together like abstract art and colored with majestic hues of red, orange, yellow, blue, and pink. Where one ends, the other meets – but the eyes, the mind, can’t tell the difference.
Those two worlds collide, even though they’re part of the same picturesque horizon scene.
Maybe it's all in my mind, a mirage after all. Still, it seems like I should walk on.
But just as uncertain is the path ahead.
There’s a line in the sand, but it isn’t straight.
My steps may zig and zag on the undetermined route forward, marked by high and low points that will both be a part of my journey. One step may be here, the other there. Even as I move ahead.
A breeze blows, so even seeing where that line is drawn isn’t easy.
Blurs in the sand, my steps uneven, as I walk to a world collided. From a merger of worlds merged together in the sand.
Even more, I've only got one sandel to wear. Sandel wearing and barefoot, both define me.
Where do I step? Does it matter? Is one foothold the same as another? Does my journey’s end depend on every step? What do people think if I'm barefoot in a spot that is better suited for a sandel step?
Really, am I the same guy walking ahead no matter how I choose to step forward? Am I defined by my choices to step to the left or the right, with this foot or that, even if I must hop between feet and across the line to keep my footing?
Whether I'm professionally a beach walker or personally a vacation stroller shouldn't matter. Sometimes, I don't think it does. Other times it matters. But not everyone sees a distinction, just like I can't see the line or horizon before me.
Sometimes, I want to stop walking, because those blurry lines make me not want to put either foot forward.
Maybe this beach isn’t the vacation spot I thought it would be.
And these people around me aren't on vacation with me, but are holding me back.
It could all just be in my mind, a mirage itself, and there is no line and the beach is flat and it's a simple walk to the ocean nearby.