A Bird's Getaway

Stress, the confusion caused when ones mind overrides the body's natural desire to choke the living shit out of some asshole that desperately needs it. I can't explain it any better. Imagination has endless possibilities under the category of stress. I woke up one morning wondering why the sun was beaming its glistering rays of electromagnetic radiation so early, and I had an epiphany. The night before I was severely stressed out from the pounds of bullshit that weighed upon my responsibility, for I had endless dreams that night of all the possibilities of relieving my stress. I soon became convinced, deep inside me, that I was a cacodemomaniac, dacnomaniac, and a tulipomaniac. We can forget about what these manias are in definition. My figment of imagination may exceed its boundaries of the, "common people," but I have this supreme power to hold things in and be patient with myself. There is a place I like to visit that cures the demonic stress that I have, and this place is the beach. To be more specific, it is Moonstone Beach in Cambria, California.

The Pacific Oceans vast and mysterious surface has often lured me to its ever-changing shore. Listening to the peaceful sound of the rolling waves and watching the hypnotic movement of the water as the sun dances on its surface instill within me a deep feeling of contentment. Here, beside Mother Ocean, I am able to relieve all my anxieties and admire the wondrous beauty of "Gods" most simple creations. Besides Her, I find endless inspiration.

In the city of Cambria, inspiration came to me in the form of a brilliant aqua- marine light that lingered in the ocean. One night after dinner, I decided to take a walk and explore the outdoors. Night has an unusual way of changing the ordinary into the extraordinary. Although the night was chilly, the cold crisp sand that squished between my toes did not stop me from continuing my nocturnal adventure. I wanted to become lost in my own thoughts to immerse myself in the mystery of night on a distant shore. I continued walking, unable to see what lay ten feet in front of me. To my right lay the Pacific Ocean, above me the hung the stars. I gazed out at the ocean, where the horizon had disappeared, and got lost in the black canvas that stood penetrating before me. All was silent.

From all of this excitement, all of my prior stress has now been forgotten. My stress has been cured in a way that is only explainable at this enriching, calm, minor paradise beach. What came to me next may only be described as an epiphany. My complex, arithmetic mind starts to kick in gear as I gaze at the wondrous Pacific Ocean that lay before me.

Suddenly the ocean lit up, startling me. A bright florescent green light weaved itself through the crests of the waves like an electrical current. I stared in complete bewilderment at the spectacle before me. Every time a wave crested, then broke, a certain distance form shore, bioluminescent organisms made themselves visible in a shimmering curtain of light. Never before had I witnessed such a magical scene.

I pulled up a plastic lawn chair, courtesy of the owners, and sat down, somewhat expecting the green electric current to have disappeared, to have merely been a figment of my imagination. However, the illumination of my bizarre discovery was still there. Indeed the spectacle green light was real.

I sat outside in that cold and squeaky lawn chair for over an hour, staring at the ocean. Its beauty and vastness humbled me. An overwhelming sense of calm enveloped me. It was impossible not to become one with my surroundings. I had surrendered to nature's authority and ironically felt liberated. Although I was sitting in the little confines of my lawn chair, my mind was free to travel. Like a child, I was full of questions and wanted answers. I wanted to discover the cause of the green light in the ocean. I wanted to know why I hadn't seen it before. Could I have been blinded by my ignorance? What a blessing it was to have been allowed to witness this. All this went through my mind as I continued to gaze at the electric glow in the ocean.

I realized, in my getaway, that underneath the oceans surface there was a thriving world waiting to be explored, and above the midnight sky where some of the most brilliant people in the world try to explain what is above us, still remain unexplained. I want, desperately, to travel through the unchartered territory and discover for myself the mysteries of the earth and its universe. Moments before, while I stood staring at the black canvas before me, I stared at my future with blank eyes. At that moment, I had been unable to define the path that lied ahead. Now, I have a clearer picture of what my future holds. I am going to dedicate my life to learning all that I can about the wondrous world and its complexities that I live in and do what ever I can to protect it, explain it, and share it so that future generations can bask in its awe inspiring beauty.