Settle, I thought it was settled with the ocean,
but the more I got deeper into its body of water:
the less shallow it became to be
and the more perplexed and amazed I became to be-
that I just wanted to dive until I reached its bottomless chasm.
But I only wallowed in nostalgia when I realized
I needed to swim back to the surface just so that I
could take a breath of fresh air.
It turns out, I really needed to breathe.
I needed to inhale peace. I needed to exhale
all the carbon dioxide that I had produced
within my being. I needed oxygen circulating
through my veins to oxygenate my brain.
I needed to think,
and I thought . . .
I thought about a rock
and how my journey had begun.
It begun with one single and tiny rock;
a rock, I never considered myself to be
or at least, I still don't. Though,
I always believe of myself as river who
never stopped running, who always
prayed for the rain to filled it with more
water, who wanted to reach the ocean
one day,
and I reached it ...
I reached the ocean but before I did it.
I traveled through forest, through mountains,
through hills, and I fell-
I fell like a waterfall only to regain
my course again.
And I did it, I continued my journey
through deserts.
But it is until I reached the mouth of the river,
before sinking into the ocean of my dreams
that I found out:
that I've always been a tiny rock:
a rock swimming in the streams of that river,
swimming through weak and strong currents,
swimming with the illusion of reaching the ocean
where I could peacefully let myself
submerge in its waters forever.
But for some reason, I always seemed to be the tiny rock
who needed to swim back to the surface
just so that it could take a breathe of fresh air.
Perhaps, what I truly was and am is a tiny pumice rock
meant to always come afloat.
Yes, that's what am I: a rock, who always manages to survive.
