In the Wind
Take your time, let the rivers guide you in
You know where you can find me again
I'll be waiting here 'till the stars fall out of the sky.
- "In the Wind" by Lord Huron
To describe the attainment of everything in a word is quite simple- euphoria. I arrived and all the worldly things, aspirations, desires, and materials decimated into a brilliant fire of clairvoyance. My yearning is satisfied and paradoxically, not even close to being appeased. This euphoria fills the soul and nourishes it, for hunger is nonexistent but yet I am famished for Him. In this state, I am joyously prepared to live and in this state I reiterate, all who enter in shall be fostered into this.
The only way to put this into words is to say that it is great happiness and reconciliation with all misdeeds and qualms. To forgive yourself of all worldly anatomy- in deed and action and in thought is to pardon and suppress yourself not in slavery but in liberation. It should be grand to know that in this you shall be His and He shall be yours. Negativities and problems are immediately vanquished from the premises and all are beautifully active in pursuing the main goal of humility. To realize that you, egotistical soul, are the creation of someone who adores you and shall not under any circumstances allow you to be distant from love or good grace should be good news.
I walk among the stars and see the beauty of them. Their makings, the beautiful sacrifices they make every now and again further proving that I have reached Quintessence.
Upon observing the world which I left, I noticed that Caspian stood alone. The children had gone and all that was left was the boat that he entered the beach on and my one material possession.
"Stand firm there Aegis," I said, "for it is time that makes you and it is friends that keep you."
Caspian said nothing back.
He looked at the wall and then at Him, bowed in respect once more and left. Pushing all his weight against the oars, I understood that Caspian, who found purpose there, would always question the 'what if'. What if he would have gone and gazed upon his father and say, "Hello." There would be happiness, there would be gaiety, there would be everything that would be expected- save for The Consequence. The Consequence of leaving without an heir, of selfishly throwing yourself away in the prime. To be honest, I find myself asking this. What if I stayed? What if I journeyed back? What if I had died?
As I looked back for one final grasp of worldly view, I saw them and smiled. I knew they would be fine. I knew that I could always translucently be there for them whenever the time calls for it.
My last worldly thought was, I wrote a beautiful song.