Deeana Saynt
Stories (2/0)
The Cradle of the Mind (Pt. 1)
I am walking through the forsest, at dawn. I had anticipated that I would wake up early. The sunrise behind me, the world in front of me, I am walking as far as I can. I had promised myself that any genocide of will that might come up would just be a justification of a higher power in charge of the design and of the nurture of my soul. But from basking in the abyss, I knew that whatever impulse surfaced was not the same as when it had touched the bottom of it. The sunrise and the waves in front of me. If I were to ever find my true nature, I would have to confront the sea and her unparalleled depths. Whichever between them was the deepest, won. Win? Win what?—you might ask. Well, the ingenuity of never having to take the path of least discord. As I am taking up this journey, I'm not alone; I'm all who came before me and all who will come after me.
By Deeana Saynt5 years ago in Motivation