the dark room of existance

Sometimes when im out there all alone, on the water, im left with nothing other than absloute simplicity. I stop my casting and thoughts, and let my eyes wander till they're glued to the moon. I think of the world, and the "big picture" of existance. I'm nothing in this world other than a grain of sand on the beach of a thousand jetties. We go through our lives thinking that maybe one day we'll live out our dreams, get off long island, run for president, find the cure for crohns disease or breast cancer and make something great and powerfull out of our grain of sand. My "nitche in society" is not quite yet discovered, yet I enjoy thinking that my mind is in the process of enlightenment and i'm still discovering my true and simple self. The truth is, as of late the best way of describing my state of mind, is in the dark room. Just comming clear to the light, my picture developing is metaphorical to my life as a whole and the directions that are now setting clear to my brain. Yes, theres hope and multiple options to choose from. I for one, held love on a petistol, higher than health, a career , family and money. Higher than me. Now that im "on the waters of life" alone...i find myself gazing into that ever so powerfull moon alot more often. And i dont think of the girl as much as i once did- I think of myself, and where i want to be at that particullar moment. I am my first priority, and what i want more than love (ex #1 priority) is the ever and so powerfull idea, that with my grain of sand, maybe, just maybe- I will communicate to the world- that I, for one, believe that this moon(our moon)has the ability to bring us back. To make something of our lives, realize our full potential. In my case as an explorer, adventurer- and as a writer. Today more than ever, when you look at that moon, full or not. I dont want you to think of me, I want you to think of yourself , your own #1 priority- and with this idea, you are a powerfull person. The beaches of existance go a long, long way. Even more than a cop, or a bus driver, I feel that if nobody else has the ability to promote beauty, greatness, and the pure soul of a clean life- at least i have the ability to live one.- and with this ability comes the freedom to write. -Promote my full moon magic- and with this idea, comes the thought that soon enough my mind will develop into greatness, and leave behind the dark room of existance- a necessary step in life- if eventualy one day- we want our staircase lit up by the heavens. Maybe this moon isnt just for me- this moon is for us to realize our destiny/directions/prioritys to live out our life with a smile. This moon is for all of us.