A Box Beneath the Bed

Afternoon, and the sky takes on the last dance before sunset. The colors from the horizon begin to glow with an orange grace, peaceful and gentle, as if it could only be during the quiet reprieve of a Sunday evening.
The hues of golden lights beam down from the sky across the landscape and I am calm. I am like a child in a grown man’s body, excited, turned on by the view of something so beautiful and extraordinary that I am assured, that yes, there are such things as heaven on earth.

I find myself at the edge of land as it borders the coast and, of course, I love it here. I love it where the land meets the sea.
I love the feeling I get at sunset when the day ends and there I am, looking outward, and watching the pleasure boats that return from the sea.

There is nothing more to say or do or think or feel. Not for me. Not here.
Not in this place.

I can feel the warmth of the sun which glowed heavily upon my tanned skin and rest assured, I am at peace here. I am free to think and see. I am fine to feel the enjoyment of the day, which is ending and fine for me, although and admittedly, no one wants days like this to end.

And now, in all fairness, I have not seen too many places in the world. I am not well-travelled. I have never seen the ports in Europe and perhaps I might never see the sun go down above the Amalfi Coast. I might never have the chance to see the sunsets in Baja, or in Cabo. I may never have the chance to see another rainbow across the sky in any of the Hawaiian islands, but this is only if I can ever have my way, I do have hope and I have seen things to which I would like to see them again.
But again, if I am to have my way, and if I can pull this off, then I have to start making moves now. Otherwise, this is just talk and talk is just nonsense and lies when it comes to making dreams come true.

I have to make moves, which is not limited to financial freedom; but more, this is the work of a plan that needs action. Hence, this can become an action that moves to fruition and thus, this is what has to happen for people to make their dreams come true.
Some people talk.
Some people do.
Some people talk because their too afraid to act.
Some people act because their too afraid to lose it all.

And so, if it is up to me, or if I am to pull off my trick, I would like to find myself at places like Marina Del Rey, California, where I saw dolphins dance and swim between the finger slips by the different boats in the marina.

I want to feel the warmth of days like this. I want days like this to end without being afraid that I’ll never see anything this beautiful again; and more, I say this the same as a song I used to hear — I want to see someone walking away from me without the sensation of them leaving me alone.

I have learned what I needed to unlearn
(or be rid of).

I do not think that location limits beauty nor does my lack of travels limit my ability to trade or exchange pictures and memories, so beautiful and so perfect — yet my goal and my search is simple yet none of this is easy, at least not for me.  

I want to learn and go and see. I want to search and find my destination. I want to find where I am supposed to be, as in my place in the sand or in whichever case this may be, I want to find my freedom without worrying about the cost or the financial challenges that come my way.

I used to think that I would have to be rich to be happy. And then I had money. But I wasn’t happy.
Then I had no money. I was heartbroken and hurt. But I learned to be happy again. And then I had money, which is all relative — but equally, I can say that money buys comfort, but comfort does not always buy happiness.

I want to find my way through the valleys of acceptance and learn to enjoy the moment. I want to learn to live for the day. I want to learn how to seize the moment, and learn to inhale and take everything in so I’ll never forget or go broke again.

I want to step away from the crowds and the common people. I want to get away from the common places, and whether my place is small or humble and modest, or if I should score and find myself in the grandest of places, I want to learn and understand that wealth can make you wealthy, but warmth from the heart and comfort with your life is the only thing that will make me rich.

Yes . . .
I want to be rich — even if I am poor.
I want to be rich enough that I don’t need to compare myself to you or to anyone else. I want to be rich enough within my heart that I do not lose to those who’ve seen the world and thus, in my head, I never want to assume that I have seen nothing; hence, I am lacking
(because I am not).
I am not lacking anything.

I have seen the best and the worst and now—it’s time for me to see the happiest, despite the times, because being rich or being happy has nothing to do with wealth or if life is good or easy.

Life is what you make it.
Then let me make it like this.

The summer will be here soon.
I’m going to take a few trips—just me, and who knows what I’ll see.

It might not be like the sunset in Italy, and I might not make my way to the beaches in Aruba.
But I’ll bet you that whatever I see will be beautiful enough for me.

And for now, that’s all that I can ask for.

Today’s plan: Step away from madness to find peace.

That’s where I want to be.