VirtuaLife

Woke up at 3:45AM. Checked the clock. Less than two hours sleep; the realisation made my joints groan and my eyes close again with disbelief. But I pulled myself out of bed and swept into the house, stumbling around like a drunk skittle while trying to find my camera, apples, nad clothes (not in that order).
We were going to see the sun rise!



I am a fan of the transitions, of dusk and dawn. To watch the sky, painted as a canvas in a multitude of hues over several beautiful minutes, is the beginning of understanding change as an amazing and life-bearing force. To witness the drowsy stirrings of the morning birds even as the first pulsing rays chart their path along the grounds, is contentment. At times, the world runs like clockwork, yet its citizens, snared safe in their cozy blankets, never fathom its workings.

The languid pace of dawn on the beach also lends itself well to the reflective mind. More than once I wondered whether inviting others to accompany my life would result in a shattering of the harmony, a breaking of the peace that I have found over the years. Thankfully it did not. The girlies were able to enjoy themselves, snapping pictures and chirping away while I lost myself in two worlds of unashamed beauty and magnificence. The world my God has created, and the world in my mind.



Fantasy is a dangerous drug. The world we know is one where every action has a reaction, and every choice carries a consequence. Where lives are broken again and again over issues of trust, or wayward emotions, or reckless actions. But the world in my mind entertains a Hollywood kind of pain, a transient pain that lasts only long enough to be dramatic and not malicious. In my mind, I have my future, my dreams, and my goals laid out like the many faces of a diamond, with me gazing out from within.

Some of those faces are pure and true. Endorsed, they shall shine well into the future beyond any doubt of reason. Other faces, I wonder whether they have become tainted with the malingering bitterness and egocentrism so typical of this world. I hope not.

Because among the faces unspoken for, is me. Who I WILL become in time to come? And because, somewhere in there there is my girl. MY girl.

I look at the sun again, which has thrown off its bedsheets with vigour and is climbing an invisible ladder to take its throne in the sky. Shine, baby. Just shine.