She stepped out of the depths, and felt the sun on her face. After being in the damp and dark caves, the sun felt nice on her skin. She was thankful that her feet would now get a chance to dry out, and she would no longer have to feel drip drops on her head as she walked. She had spent a good amount of time in those caves, and had been wandering with sorrow. But when in the caves she noticed white flowers springing up through the rocks. These were the most beautiful and pure flowers, and she was in wonder of how they could survive in such conditions. She decided to see if there were any more of these peculiar flowers, it was not easy, especially with sorrow so close and darkness all around. But these flowers captivated her and she just had to see if there were more.
So she continued on, finding little flowers sprouting up every fifteen feet or so, and she followed them through tunnel after tunnel. With each flower she found, felt she left a little sorrow behind her. Unfortunately she had a lot of sorrow, and she would need many flowers to leave it behind completely. She followed the flowers, climbing up a great pile of rocks, and back down again. When she reached the bottom, she noticed what looked like a big flower in the distance, this one would remove all her sorrow for sure! As she made her way closer, she realized that it was not a flower at all, but a way out of the caves and into the light. Although she was disappointed that all her sorrow would not be removed, she knew that she must continue on, the flowers gave her that hope, they lead her and she followed without understanding or even knowing where her journey would take her next.
She reached the mouth of the cave, it was bright, really bright. Just like when someone turns on the lights when you’re trying to get to sleep. Surprisingly bright, upsetting bright. But she knew she must take these steps out of the caves and into the unknown. She took the step.
The light of the sun seemed to dry up her sorrow. However, if you must know, sorrow does not dry up and leave anything nice, the remnants settle and seem to bring about numbness, a sort of dull throbbing apathy.
With the next steps she felt the open breeze as it blew her hair back, but it was not the refreshing sort of breeze one feels by the ocean. This breeze was dry, hot, and dusty; as it blew in her face her eyes shut and she then squinted to see a vast desert before her. It seemed familiar, she felt she had been here before, and it was not a good feeling. In fact all those who are called have been here, but the trick about this place is, it is up to them when they leave.
The longer she lingered in the dessert sun, the more sorrow turned to apathy, the more she forgot about the beauty and joy she found staring out at the open sea, listening to the waves crash. All she could think of now is how far this land went on, it seemed to go for ages, and she had the sudden urge to walk. So that is what she did. She walked through the monotony of brown, with the crunch of dirt and pebbles under her feet. She lost all sense of time and space, and she began to thirst, however she did not have the sense to find water, she just kept walking, almost in a daze.
Occasionally she would look back to the caves from which she came, her walking would slow and it was as if the wind had stirred up the sorrow inside, creating a whirlwind within her heart. She tried not to dwell on the sorrows of that cave, after all, she was in the dessert now, but although the dark, damp caverns where physically behind her, she could not always keep them from being before her in her mind. When these whirlwinds came about, she would sometimes think of the sea, how small it made her and everything else feel, and how it was a perfect balance of warmth and coolness. In those moments she longed to go back. But then the dust settled in her heart and the dull throbs of apathy came back and she continued on in the desert, not knowing where she was going, and forgetting that she even cared.
