I guess I want to start in saying, I don't know everything.
I don't use words like forever and I promise.
I'm not saying everything is perfect or that you don't know what you're doing.
One thing I do know, however, is how good I have it.
But it wasn't entirely luck. I've learned a thing or two.
There are so many of you I want to say this to.

This is the way I see it.
The World is a beach and Love is the Ocean.



You are taking the hand of the closest person to you and running into the water at full speed. From running to walking it gets harder and harder to move and breathe. By the time it comes to you, that this isn't what you thought, you are up to your ears in an angry sea....and there are waves. You're in so deep that all you can see of your "lover" is the now listless eyes you fell so hard for, holding the hand you thought would hold yours forever. Instead of drowning or working together, you let go. Do you care enough to help? No, who could care that much after a two weeks at sea? You act like you feel bad, maybe even bad enough to go back for them, the truth is you're glad to be on your way back. Or maybe you blame them for being the one to lead you so deep. Maybe you should understand it takes two.


Eventually we all get back to the shore. Some swim and swim, some catch a wave and then there are those that have drowned alone and their body is washed up miles down the coast. They are often resuscitated, but never fully recover. But it seems no amount of fatigue or water in the lungs can keep us from trying again and again.


Advice? Take your time and play in the wake. No amount of time could take away the sea.
You have to realize that you are looking for something that we all want, but few find.
True love is just a golden treasure on a sandy beach of broken shells and starfish that weren't good enough for the sea.


In so many words, I am drowning. It's up to you whether it is for you...or with you.

Yours,
Carlos A. Lamborn