Reflections

It was dark and quite cold outside. The air was still and crisp, and Mike could see his breath in white puffs in front of him, as if it were smoke. He didn’t know how long he’d been outside, nor did he really care. He was shivering a little, but he was content.

Alone staring out at the moonlit water on a winters night, or was it morning? It was tranquility at its height. The only sounds Mike could hear were the gentle rumble of the ocean and his own breathing. All he could see was the shimmering water and the stars in the sky.

He longed for nights like these, windless and moonlit. It was here, sitting on a rock far from the distractions of life, Mike thought up songs, poetry and stories, most of which would never see the light of day. And it was here where he lived his dreams and fantasies of making it big with the guys, becoming rich and famous, touring, recording albums and finding the perfect woman.

Mike gazed up at the stars. He wondered if he’d ever get those things, and if he’d be truly happy when he did. He wanted for the band to make it so bad, and yet... And yet he relished nights like these and the absolute solitude he could find when he wanted it.

Life goes on. You don’t always get what you want. But sometimes you have to make the best of it. And if it means freezing your ass off on the beach on a winters night to think up the next number one hit, then so be it.

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