Oceans of Life

Imagine an ocean.

Endless, stretching from horizon to horizon,

But still, contained as though in a bowl.

Water, salty, and volatile, swirling in a continuous circle, never ending.

Below the surface, undercurrents roil and bend

Twisting round the other, above below, left and right.

To crash and join each other and continue flowing,

Enjoying the excitement of the speed that which it exceeds,

Not caring for the destination, only for the journey,

Only with the knowledge of how to go faster,

Faster and faster, joining and separating from one another,

Sticking to only one other current,

The one that matches it’s pace perfectly,

Enjoying equally the speed that which they continue to exceed.

All of these currents swirling and roiling crazily beneath the easily spinning surface,

Though all move easily and dodge each other with a smoothness and agility that matches their speed,

Never stopping, swirling forever, going in circles that constantly change, bending easily to adjust to the current next to it, under it, above it, to the left and right and back and front of it.

Swirling and never stopping, endlessly, still somehow making sense of the mess, all underneath the never ending, continuous swirl of the salty water,

Foamy and rising and dipping with the energy of the currents underneath it, Fresher than the new currents born and diminished within it’s large, swelling and shrinking body.

Speeds that we all reach though don’t always seem to notice, let alone understand, until it’s too late.