I find curious to think that the sound of the waves is relaxing. How is it that such a powerful and often loud phenomenon can bring a troubled mind such a state of calmness? From far away, the waves are certainly less threatening. Confronted to them however, feeling its movement, feeling how powerless you would be if it decided to take you away... I can always swim in the ocean a little at a time. I will do the starfish and close my eyes for a brief moment, only to open them again seconds later afraid that I drifted so far away from shore that I can't swim back.
I am afraid of the ocean.
Yet somehow its proximity brings peace to my heart, and that I will never be able to explain.
Then I thought; isn't it how I feel about love, too?
Am I not scared of it, but find comfort in the idea of it and what I see through others?
Love seems so inviting, from far away. Like the color of the ocean, like the fresh breeze it brings you, the cold water on your skin after a day in the sun.
Then you close your eyes for a brief moment...
...And you're so far away from shore that you can't swim back.
