looking at the sea
Recently, my parents took me to the sea.
I love the ocean. I always have. I feel free by the sea. The lapping waves, the fresh salt air, the white crests against the blue are calming. It puts me at ease.
It seems that the sea can wash all my worries away. And I can forget everything.
It is a nice feeling.
The jagged rocks, the soft, malleable waves.
I like water. It is both gentle yet hard, soft yet strong. It is what I aim to be. It is neutral, neither basic nor acidic. It is somewhere in the middle. Pleasant. Gentle. Not passive nor aggressive, but assertive. It is rough when it needs to protect, tame when it means to connect.
I enjoy the water. It is serene to me.
I haven’t had too much to write recently, maybe because my mind has been quieter. And I enjoy that. I haven’t had too many worries or anxieties. Life has been good. I’ve been enjoying time with my parents, watching TV together, spending quality time together, and taking my dog out for walks.
I love the way he looks when he runs towards me, laughing and being happy. I really feel that my dog is my own child sometimes, or that I knew him in a previous lifetime. Sometimes it feels that way.
I also have been listening to playlists on YouTube, particularly some French cafe music. It allows me to imagine I am living in my own Parisian apartment. Even though I love Taiwan, it’s nice to dream of a different place once in a while.
Also, in corroboration with current events, I’ve found this video to be very helpful in explaining what’s happening in Ukraine/Russia.
My heart goes out to the people there!
All the best,