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How could I ever get tired of a place like this? Upon opening my closed eyes, they are filled with only horizon, land, ocean, and sky held in the same space and time. The waves crashing endlessly against the rocky beach, the rough sky filled with clouds and sunbeams, a pair of hawks hovering on an invisible breeze. I came from the sinews of a world which I now sense churning with energy, a connection so deep, I wonder at the loneliness I had let inside, feeling it evaporate as the sun reaches down to all parts of me. I came to the ocean to think about myself, but am pulled into the scene around me like a riptide I am incapable of fighting, until I am drowning in the present moment, and even hope is stilled inside of me. I always thought hopelessness would be my end, but it feels like a new beginning. My father once said: "you have to look at a lifetime like you look at an ocean. You can’t hope for it to be anything other than what it is. " Taking in both the ocean and myself, I try not to be too afraid of our power, our mystery, and our inability to be controlled.
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Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 2:05 AM UTC
Ocean Thoughts
How could I ever get tired of a place like this? Upon opening my closed eyes, they are filled with only horizon, land, ocean, and sky held in the same space and time. The waves crashing endlessly against the rocky beach, the rough sky filled with clouds and sunbeams, a pair of hawks hovering on an invisible breeze. I came from the sinews of a world which I now sense churning with energy, a connection so deep, I wonder at the loneliness I had let inside, feeling it evaporate as the sun reaches down to all parts of me. I came to the ocean to think about myself, but am pulled into the scene around me like a riptide I am incapable of fighting, until I am drowning in the present moment, and even hope is stilled inside of me. I always thought hopelessness would be my end, but it feels like a new beginning. My father once said: "you have to look at a lifetime like you look at an ocean. You can’t hope for it to be anything other than what it is. " Taking in both the ocean and myself, I try not to be too afraid of our power, our mystery, and our inability to be controlled.
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Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 2:05 AM UTC
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