It is an inexplicable enigma how the tides wash over our senses to restore serenity in the wake of brimming angst. We stand by the shore, drinking in the vigorous rush of its sounds as the waves clamor back and forth. When the sun goes down, so do our inhibitions.
We witness shades of amber, golden brown, and flaming orange slip into the horizon as it prepares to embrace the dark hues of ultramarine and violet. Our souls rejoice in the taste of freedom and welcome yet another dusk that gently obscures into the soft resonance of a tranquil night.
But that’s nowhere close to the final conclusion, is it? Our everlasting remembrance for the good old days conquers the adverse circumstances surrounding us. We invariably fight back the affliction, just like the unswerving gravitation of the tides as they rise and fall in a never-ending loop.
May your unflinching pursuits remind you of the relentless strength of the sea. May your energy manifest the boundless fervor of the ocean. May you always have the courage to continue flourishing as the waves of despondency wash over you. May you be the sea, constantly flowing and ebbing, with your mind, body, and soul in harmony.