Part II: Life and Death
This is the same beach I went to as a child with my family. I look around and oh my god! There I am as a child with my family. This must be a dream, so I’ll just pinch myself. Ouch! Nope this is real. I try calling to my younger self. He can’t hear me. They all can’t hear me. I’m just a ghost. But here I am at the same beach I went to as a child. I remember this place. I remember this day. This was the day I learned about life and death.
I found a dead sea turtle washed up on the beach. I cried and my father approached me. I see him now. I remember this moment. He kneeled down next to me and asked why I am I crying. I told him why, that it was because the turtle is dead. He looked at the turtle and then toward to sea. He looked back at me and explained to me why I shouldn’t cry. He explained that the turtle died giving life anew. I remember him pointing toward a mound of sand. He said that’s where life will begin again. The turtle came here to do this, instinctively knowing what’s going to happen next. Out of that sand, more turtles will be born and they will fill the void. My father then picked me up and carried me back to the family.
After watching that again, I cried a little. I remembered that day. I remembered that moment. Being here again, I remembered it all. I walk toward my family in the distance passing by the deceased turtle and sand mound. I am nearly there, but another door appears in front of me. I don’t want to go. But I should. I must. I open the door. I walk into a dark room. Why is it so dark? Where am I? Suddenly everything becomes bright again. I still don’t know where I am. Everything clears. I see the trees, the grass, flowers, and the birds chirping in the distance. I’m in a park and sitting on a bench.
(Coming Soon: Part III)