Poet: Kleio B'wti
I stand all alone,
Staring at the sea;
I see the waves rise,
I see the waves sway,
With more vigor, this time,
Like a man who rises,
And then falls from his prime
Just as one sits by the ocean to listen to the waves crashing about, life too is roughened up by situations. The waves sometimes portray smothered dreams; aspirations drowned in dejection. The salty water that's unable to drench the quest for triumphs or quench the thirst for knowledge. Yet, looking at a water body, with the waves dashing about, the cacophony of the aqua is mesmerizing. The noise of maritime crams one with a strange harmony- therapeutic stillness.
What is the enigma? How is it that the noise brings tranquillity?
How is it that the world around seems a teeny bit meaningless when the water body dances about its witnesses? Why do the waves capture the gazes of the appraisers into a hypnotic rhythm? How do they riot a samba of emotions hitherto never fails to hold one's attention to absoluteness? The answer perhaps lies in the fact that the human body is composed of about 60% of water. More so, it is a womb full of liquid that a child first develops from a fetus to a living being. It is thus impossible to shy away from one's source of existence- water.
Another version is the strange magnetism that the water bodies create in its onlookers. Just as a wave starts in a small mold, and rises up to a crescendo on its seventh run to the land, our lives move in a similar pattern. A small wave of apprehension can probably lead to a second bout of sadness, then a third round of guilt, a fourth bout of detachment, a fifth hiccup of depression, and a sixth swing of abject failure. Yet like the seventh wave which is the largest, the sad times also change with a huge bang. They hurtle and splinter on the rocks of circumstances; they pull back the debris of nothingness and fill one's heart with a renewed hope, and finally the courage to stand up and fight.
Geoffrey Chaucer, who is the Father of English Literature said; 'Time and Tide wait for none.'
According to Chaucer time and tide follows a pattern of change. Time and tide are both ironically numb to the very process of change itself. They go about doing their job, ticking away, splashing about. They never fail to edify ‘hope’. Like everything else, challenges will be subdued. Just like the tide, the time of sorrow, trouble, insecurity or anxiety will metamorphosis into happiness, victory, smile and satisfaction. To fearing for the worst is never a wise way of living.
It is important to strive with 100% conviction and optimism. Good things will come. It will come to the one who always alert. It's made for the one who nabs that silent huge wave with determination, the presence of mind and poise.
Nature is here to teach us the ways of life. The water bodies, waves, whirlpools, river currents teach us that life is never consistent or constant. Change is the second nature of life. Good things will always come. They will stay as bank balance, photographs, memories and most importantly self-assurance and valor. Ghastly will transform, all misfortunes will vanish, poison will turn into medicine, the roller coaster of verve ricochets prevalence. Existence never fails to swim along our share to succeed.
.Author: Kleio B'wti