The morning sunlight filters through the closed blinds signaling a brand new day. Our bedroom basks in a soft, warm glow as I awaken stubbornly from those uncomfortable dreams: what I did, and what I should have done in my troubled past.
At rest, the mind ventures down many varied roads. Some are sunny and easily traversed, while others take us through dark, menacing forests, danger imagined behind every tree. We have no choice but to travel on, no matter where these mysterious roads take us.
Lost in a dream world ‒ at the mercy of our subconscious ‒ we wander through the night.
Awake now, out of habit, I attempt to solve all my mundane problems at once. But most of my troubles are due to frustration, and impatience ‒ I’m not getting any younger, you know. That biological clock is ticking and there are only so many days left.
Could this be my last?
And then I look over at my beautiful wife, fast asleep, her angelic face exuding serenity. She is at peace residing somewhere in the middle of the Milky Way. And I think to myself that the two of us, together, have traveled around the sun 51 times…
Suddenly a wave of tranquility envelopes me. All my so-called problems are light years away.
I feel nothing but love for her. And with each beat of her heart I feel the sacred rhythm of the universe. It took a long time but we have finally evolved into a state of spiritual bliss. We understand each other implicitly and know in our hearts that we are our own destiny.
I run my fingers through her long, graying hair and she opens her eyes and smiles. I seem to be experiencing some sort of epiphany: that we have another glorious day together in this earthly realm, that she is my queen, and of all the myriad complexities of life, her happiness is what matters most.
DC has been a frustrated musician for over fifty years, and now has decided to become a frustrated writer. Learn more at DCDuncan.com. He’ll keep you posted.