You really can believe whatever you want.
Do what’s
best for you.
Fix your
mind for beauty.
Live for the
health of your body if that’s your thing.
If you’re
into more than one, combine them.
Look at the
conquistadors.
What was it
they were looking for?
The fountain
of youth.
They came
all the way from the rug that runs under the Spanish throne to Gulf’s face of
the globe.
The thing
is, in this world, that fountain exists.
It’s real,
and everyone at a point in their life has the pleasure of seeing it.
BUT.
Do you
believe that those explorers really
believed that a fountain wielding such power should be found in the thick of
some uncharted and majestic land?
And that
their fleet could find it by faith?
And upon their
discovery that by simply consuming the contents from the fountain’s cache
immortality would course through each man’s body?
And then—poof—unending
life. Youth revisited.
Think about
their Queen’s expectations.
Then, again,
consider her hired travelers’ ideas…
The
difference between them—
A queen
loves a fairy tale ending.
The thought
of this monumental adventure to the heart of paradise.
Marvelous.
The enlisted
sailors and their indebted grunts, however, probably didn’t share the same
level of excitement as their royal employer, especially when they set their
eyes on the great wide ocean with mere myth at the other end of the map on
their mind.
The journey
alone would break the men.
It would
break any man.
But they
went.
And on the
far side, after having been left destitute and disillusioned by the great wide,
the explorers found in their darkest hour amidst the dreariest of dreams…
A fountain.
And at first
sight of that very fountain youth began coursing through them.
Not time,
but hope.
They most
certainly drank from it, too.
And all
those conquistadors felt new life.
Not
immortality, but life. The life they forgot they’d already had.
There’s a
regenerative energy in these vistas that, when we want to see them, is inspiring.
Call it beauty,
serenity, quality, peace, calm, a moment, or one of those things you can’t
describe.
Suit it how
you feel best.
I call it
truth.
And it’s all true.
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