Fire vs Sea

A wondering wave leaks through the sea, repeatedly every day of the year. Its color so vibrant and deep I can feel the enormous ice cubes break down into water from a distance. This wave sees me it`s like is drawing me in. I can hear it too. I stand there and listen for a while, unexpectedly, I can hear its calming cycle of the water travelling, travelling to the unknown.
Sea is stronger than land as we know, its power is irreplaceable and empowering. When I think about the opposite of sea I think of fire. Complete opposites hand in hand and enemies in their own right. Both extremely deadly, with the power to overrule us, but no doubt, a necessity in our lives as individuals.

What if I think out of the ordinary and assume we are characterized in life. That are souls were destined to either be water or fire. Would it explain our trades, crimes, commitments and our wars? What If sea is the stream of steadiness and stability, and fire is the forest of fright.
I remember when I was four years old and looking down a briny deep lake. There was peace along its surroundings not a soul in sight, the love and sensation throughout my stomach was priceless, I felt nothing but happiness, but unfortunately, that steadiness was only a temporary sensation led from the multitude of the pond.

What if the horror of hell was labialised and known to the world as fire. Would we understand its powers? Its ability to make someone feel so useless to function, too angry to cry or feel remorse. We see the symbol of fire in our everyday world. It`s branded to us every day, in our movies, our structures, our fireplaces, our fields. It’s become normal for us as individuals, as are massacre’s and self-destruct.

Now I am going to tell you about the dreaded moment in my life that forever haunts my mind. I am walking aimlessly and find myself in a forest of Trees. Suddenly, I am at a distance from this particular Tree, distinctive in its appearance, yet caught my attention. The Tree appears thick and strong in its size, brown and corpse. A circular blaze of flames surrounds it. Its appearance drew me in for more. So I look deeper. It was a dark night, cold and long. The wind was whispering in a lyrical motion. I can see, what appears to be a woman attached to the same Tree, her hand and legs are tightly strapped with nails to its branch, they were blue and purple in colour. My adrenaline rushes up to my brain and my body is now in flight mode. Her body is hanging, moving barely by its own energy, blood was pouring down her legs excessively. I looked at this woman, her face explained it all. Her face was pale and seemed numb, as she knew I was coming to free her, her expression towards me was cold, blank and fearful, and I had an inability to read her. She had eyes were like two Sackets of dust from her long internal pain. I then realized it was a sign, a sign, that there was no longer was anything I could do for her.

She no longer desired to exist in this world, our world. What was only seconds felt like hours, this woman did not want to fight, fight the fire, and fight her fire. She was giving up. As I ran towards her I was shocked at sight. My deliberate deep footsteps ran towards her as quick as I could. As I go to help this woman, she decides to communicate towards me, tilting her head slowly from left to right. Her sad eyes now pored tears of hopelessness and despair. She was dying, not from excruciating injury of the Tree, but from the external cruelty of this world. The rough red flames surrounded her weak brittle body along with her emotional stare. My conscious mind had to make a decision.

To allow for her to jump over the fire, and forever be free to swim in her sea...