“ And I know what I have to do now. I have to keep breathing. Because tomorrow the sun will rise. Who knows what the tide could bring?” Cast Away
Life wraps us up in its spiraling grasp. Often it drags our toes over the edge before it loosens its strangling hold. We get far beyond what we can take. Suddenly the tide breaks and in the sun, we realize we are where we needed to be all along.
Tooele is the island that I’ve been stuck on for my entire life. There have been times that I’ve been alone on my little island, but often I’m not. Yesterday in seminary we talked about how often people give up right before their trial is over. My mind had been stuck on wanting to leave this little town and all my problems behind.
I would give anything to be able to make a raft and sail away, with my journal as my Wilson. Unfortunately, for a reason that I have yet to figure out I have to sit on my island for three more years. Maybe I’m on the island just to be forced to face the jungle bests with my own strength. All I know is that I have to endure to the end and not give up on Tooele quiet yet.
We never really know what the tide will bring. The tide answered my most desperate prayer and it’s bound to help me through a lot more. The tide is my hope, not just for what it can bring to me, but to where it will one day take me. Someday I’ll feel the ocean rush between my toes and let its scent linger in my hair, however for now the ocean and the world beyond remain a fantasy.
