Thursday, March 11, 2010
Time and Tide
Nothing lasts forever, for the only constant thing is change.
We have no command over the ebbs and flows of the tides any more than we can command the moon to cease its pull on them.
I have never been King Canute, ordering the sea to obey his commands only to realize the limits of his own powers. If anything, I have always been keenly aware of my own strengths and weaknesses, and the insignificance of both when set against the oceanic expanse of fate.
My natural instinct has always been to go with the flow - a predisposition that has yielded mixed results. On one hand, letting the current take me where it wishes has led to a life of serendipitous blessings. On the other, when the winds die down, I am left stranded treading in the doldrums.
But doldrums are far preferable to maelstroms, and I have been swept into the middle of one.
It is curious that I find myself battling the waves this time around. Not all fish swim serenely with the ocean currents. Salmon die as they flop and flail their way upstream, back to the place of their birth, where their instincts dictate that they return and spawn the next generation.
Why do we so defiantly fight the currents? Far easier to go with the flow, as usual.
Perhaps it is because as we grow older, we recognize that for all its great beauty and treasures, the deep blue sea holds a great many terrors as well. And therefore shallows become calm oases, safe harbors from the many predators lurking in the deep.
But opposing currents have converged and once caught in them, there is really no choice but to spin with the vortex.
So let's spin to the ocean floor.
Crash to the other shore.