Dear Person on the Beach

Daily Prompt Challenge: What does the message in the bottle say?

What does it say?

The message says:

Dear person on the beach, why are you so unhappy? Why do you seem so forlorn and lost? Do you not like where you are at? Do you not feel gratitude for all that you already have?

Dear person on the beach, I know it seems tough at times, to feel stuck in time. To feel unmoving and still, so still that you feel even the air surrounding you freeze in time. To feel that it solidifies and it becomes harder to breathe in.

Dear person on the beach, I know that you are a grateful person. I know that you are thankful for all that you have – the people in your life, the food on your table, the roof over your head and the clothes on your back. I also know that it is OK to want to leave everything behind. To wish to travel the world and learn new things. To feel the warmth of the sun on your skin and the wind in your hair.

Dear person on the beach, it is alright to take off. Take flight. Go anywhere you wish. It is perfectly fine to unbind all the shackles that are holding you down and explore unrestrained into the vast wilderness that is Mother Earth.

Dear person on the beach, I know that the stillness you feel while stranded on this island is far different from the stillness you wish to experience in another continent as snow falls and floods your vision till there is nothing but white all over. So white, it makes the land seem like bone.

Dear person on the beach, I understand that you wish to taste the snowflakes squirreling down on from the heavens above on your tongue. That you wish to feel the cold trying to push its icy fingers into the soft fur coat you’re wearing to touch your bare skin. To leave you feeling chilly and to raise your hackles. That you want to feel the ridges of your skin as goose bumps start to appear.

Dear person on the beach, I know that there are times you wish to feel the waves crashing at your feet as you stand in solitude at the edge of the sea, feet sinking into the warm sand. To feel the grains move all over your feet, scratching, probing, itching you along.

Dear person on the beach, time is running out and it is OK to do whatever you want, to go wherever you wish and see everything you can.

Dear person on the beach, stop looking so forlorn and lost. Stop despairing because no one but you is holding you down. Go, run, fly to where you want because time and tide wait for no man.

Dear person on the beach, make the most out of the time you have here on Earth because no one knows when he is forever leaving. No one knows where he will be permanently stuck in another place with no out.

Dear person on the beach, this is your chance.