The Rock

The sun’s rising. Another day. Breathless schemes across the eastern sky.
This land of mine. Far from home. Beyond an endless sea.
Here I stand looking high. Proud of where I am. Proud of who I am.
Destiny unclear, future unwritten. Only knowing the past. Only knowing how. Never why.
How being through the power of an unknown. And only the unknown can reveal why.
My life. My days upon this Earth. Upon the soil of many countries, many places.
Everywhere, in a physical sense. Nowhere in a much deeper. Traveled this world through, and found…nothing. Myself excluded. I found myself. My capabilities. My limitations. Accomplishments beyond my own imagination. A humble life of servitude is not mine to bear. This is a knight’s tale. The tale of a rock.

The sun is full bloom. The sun of my grandfather’s passing. The joys of memories, forever. The smells, feelings, excitements. A bliss of days long passed. A purification of the past. A dread for what is. What will be. A deep wanting for what was.

These are the thoughts of my mind. The beginning of my memoirs. A loneliness, or emptiness, has been with me throughout my life. No amount of searching could recover what must fill this hole; a treasure like no other. But while this search remains in progress, and my journey not yet concluded, I stop now to write the story of “how.” I have often stopped in awe, and wondered, “How did I get here?” This answer is easily summed up by saying, “I got me here.” Though that may not entirely be the truth, it gives me great pride to know I have excelled in many areas most people would fall short. God has taken me here. The question I never ask, however, is why. “Why did I get here? Why has God taken me here?” If I knew that, I’d know where I must go. I don’t, so I take it one day at a time.