The Message in a Bottle
The waves crashed along the pacific shoreline louder than usual. The clouds above sobbed and the wind wailed as John walked along the deserted beach. John had missed the ocean, the luscious foliage, and the rain that North Oregon promised. He missed it because he felt what the sky felt in the pacific northwest. His hometown was extremely different than the city which made him realize he was wired far different from city life. Since a child, John had dreamed of living in a big city, where there was never silence. Becoming a successful film creator and living in one of the many skyscrapers was a dream of his. He thought the fast-paced city life was better than the slow paced rural life, and it wasn’t until he was a year into his city adventure that he realized he took it all for granted. He went from living in a small apartment above a camera shop with roommates to a small camper van on his own that he moved along the coast frequently. He enjoyed the quiet mornings, filled with nothing but the birds wishing him good morning. As his sluggish footsteps disappeared into the sand behind him, he looked out upon the ocean, reminiscing on every choice he made to lead him back here. Every job, food truck, and the people he left behind in New York. The ocean brought John peace, no matter how enraged it was. The grey horizon blended in with the water, creating an abyss. He always wondered if the choice he made to move back to where he grew up along with the trees was right; if any of the choices he had made in this life were right. If he was being honest with himself, he was lost.