I have a beautiful, quiet secret. I am a water person.
It sounds simple, but it is a truth that goes deep into my bones. Whenever I am near water, whether it is a splashing river, a quiet lake, or the giant ocean, my heart instantly feels at home.
I love to watch the waves move, I love to feel the cool drops on my skin, and I love to just sit and stare into the deep blue. But a big question always chases me through my mind: Why do I love water so much?
Why does water hold my hand so tightly?
Why does it make me so happy that, for a few moments, I don’t care about anything else in the whole wide world?
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Sometimes, I try to guess the answer. I ask myself if it is just the fun of cooling down on a hot summer day.
Or maybe, just maybe, water is something magical. Maybe it has a strange, electric energy that acts like a sponge for our feelings.
When you look at it, it seems to gently carry all your sad thoughts, your worries, and your heavy moods away with the current. To be honest, I really do not know the answer. I don't know why it has this power over me.
But not knowing the answer doesn't change the truth inside me. The constant, stubborn push toward the water stays exactly the same. It never goes away.
Most of the time, even when I am sitting completely still in a quiet room, my mind refuses to stay put.
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My thoughts drift far, far away. They fly past the walls, past the noisy streets, and land straight into the rolling waves of the sea.
In my head, I can see it perfectly.
I see a beautiful, peaceful place where a giant canvas of deep green water meets a brilliant, endless blue sky. It is the most quiet, lovely space in the universe.
And in that quiet space, the ocean calls out my name. It whispers for me to leave everything behind, to come running, and to just swim away.
But then, I look around and realize I cannot just drop everything and run away to the beach right now. There are things I have to do, places I have to stay, and everyday life to look after. I cannot just live in a dream.
So, every single time that beautiful ocean calls out to me, I have to take a slow, deep breath. I have to close my eyes, look toward the horizon in my mind, and whisper only one reply back to the waves:
"Not right now."
Ah, poor me! It is a bittersweet feeling. My body is stuck right here, but my soul is already out there, happily swimming in the middle of the deep blue sea.
Stay tuned, ciao ๐.
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