Alone

I sit with my feel encased in the golden brown, caked up single particles of sand as I watch the waves of the baby blue sea come to shore and wash the sand off. The process repeats as I admire the beauty and serene environment in which I am placed. The slow, swirling cool breeze swirls around, whistling to me. Talking to me. Telling me I am forever calm. I am free from worry. I listen to it, for when wisdom is spoken, my mind sucks it in like a vacuum. I continue to watch the water because I'm memorized, I'm confounded. How can something so simple and natural bring such bliss.

I am alone on a tropical island. No possessions, no home. Just me in my natural skin and a boat. Absolute freedom. No limitation of my will. I am free to sail and enjoy the pleasant environment that encompasses me. I love it. I cherish it. The rediscovering of my sense of self is found. My individualism is enhanced. Josh Wilks is Josh Wilks and there is nothing else to it.

Until I discover that I am never truly alone. As a biological being, I am alone. However, is being alone limited to living entities or possessions. What about the ocean, the wind, the sand? Are they not with me as well? They keep me company, bring me satisfaction and aid in my happiness. I soon feel discouraged. I once thought I progressed as a being when I was actually stagnant. I am not truly alone. I was fooled.