I walked silently through a fog, and the fog consumed me...the fog was me. I tried looking at my hand a foot from my face and could only make out broad edges. This is the definition of bliss, and this is my reality. What was life was a cheap counterfeit, and those words have been defied. I had a weight on my heart that felt more prevalent than the weight placed on the soles of my shoes, and my balance was shifted, giving me a light-weight feeling in my legs. I couldn't feel them there. They were merely pillars attempting to support my weight. I felt my knees weaken, and they had an urge to meet the ground. When I tried looking at the ground, I found it was invisible. There was no telling what could be down there. Only the bliss was there. I didn't know if I could trust that the ground was there. What if I attempted to fall to my knees, and miscalculated my drop, and land on my hands instead? I can't even tell if my feet are on the ground, what if I'm lifted in the air? What if I'm sinking?My heart sobbed, and my shoulders descended. My eyes became moist. I couldn't tell if it was from the fog, or from my emotions. I looked upwards, and the moisture dried. Then I realized that's the only direction I could see, is above. And why should my tears disappear if I look upwards, and not any other direction?My knees gave out, and I plummeted to the ground, still looking skyward. I closed my eyes, and the moisture came again, so I opened them, and they again vanished.There's something with the sky. Why is it so foggy down here, but so clear up there? I want to go up there! So I called up to the heavens, and they told me I could join them if I never subjected my feet to my weight on the ground again, and I told them I'd fly the rest of my life, and there was no point to remaining down there in the bliss. I felt my eyes somberly release it's moisture. "Why did I remain in this bliss? I'm so ashamed." I thought
"Shame shall be wiped from you. You have sought clarity, and you have found it. I have taken the bliss upon myself, and I've made a way out."
"But why do I thirst so?"
"Thirst comes naturally once you've realized that the bliss couldn't quench it. You were meant to be thirsty. Drink up my skies."
I didn't need to ask their name. I knew well who they were. They were who I've been searching for this whole time, when I knew the bliss couldn't be all there was. They pulled and pulled at my heart, constantly telling me to look away from this bliss. All along I was so foolish, and didn't think to look upwards, until now.
"Now fly! Fly to me!"
I stood from my knees, and my heart was now light. I looked to my chest and saw a faint yellow glow, and knew this is what life was supposed to be.I raised my arms, and the sky embraced me. I danced in the sky all the rest that day, without ground under my feet, and able to see everything. I was rescued! I felt I was sought for and loved all this time! My yellow glow brightened when I experienced thunderstorms and underwent turbulance, so I delighted in the storms. When my glow was faint, I hated these storms, but it's been getting brighter each time. I delight in the smell of moisture in the air, and I thank the storms for bringing me my glow. I also get the job of wiping away fog. It can get hard to get that close to the ground to do it, but it's why I remain in these skies. I love those who are lost in the fog, because I was shown that love when I was in the fog. That is my job until I exceed the atmosphere one day. Until then I will glow here, and my glow will keep getting brighter. And no matter what, I will always look upwards.