Its easy to take a car or a plane and stand barefoot at the edge of the ocean. Its easy to let the wind weave between your fingers and the water kiss you like its been waiting years and summers for you to pass by. Its easy, at that moment, to feel so small. To feel so insignificant. You know, beside the raging waves and blanket of sand and the sound of the air pushing it all towards you. Its easy to close your eyes that very second and suddenly believe. So easy.
But you know your strength doesnt come from those afternoons. You know your faith doesnt come from that moment. It comes from the times youve poured your dreams out like marbles from a jar. The times youve watched them scatter while others said theres nothing new. It comes from the times you drove just to drive, just to feel something moving. Just to feel you going. It comes from the times you painted the silhoutte of your heart on a billboard, next to all those cheap advertisments, knowing yours cost you everything. It comes from the time people forgot. It comes from the time you remembered, and you painted again. You tried again. It comes from the time you wrote and you wrote and you wrote and the words were not enough. But you wrote. And the times you sung and you sung and it hurt but you sung and the song brought the morning light. It comes from the nights every prayer was a cold and a broken hallelujah.
It comes from those days. And here you are. Right now. How alive. So when you can, stand at the edge of the water. Close your eyes. Believe. But when you cant, hope. Because you have. Because you will.