The Sea

The roaring sea which was fighting inside me few days back had become silent, peaceful and content. I asked myself what went wrong...why i was always failed, wanted to spend some calm moments with me to explore my true self, what went wrong...sitting beside the Sea side, i was learning from it to fight again and again like a never tired sea wave, enjoying the same roaring sea which was fighting outside.

The blue sky and blue sea were merged together in the infinite horizon. The confused seagulls were sometimes going up instead of touching the calm sea surface. Children were squealing on the beach. The dreamy sea which was its own master was buzzing with its dormant strength. The acetylene-blue pulsing sea with ebbing harmonious waves were crawling gently to the shore, creeping steadily towards me and drenching the fax-gold beach gently. The gasping waves which were waiting to become full tide, gradually started humming and this murmuring of the waves was hypnotic. The cylinder of light moved across the sea. The sea was vaporous, exhaling its mist. The beach where I was sitting seemed as old as the ancient time, but each stroke of gurgling waves had given it a different form each day. I was in the Paradise, where sea waves were touching beneath my feet.

I realized Life is like the sea – it moves us, shapes us, supports us, and awakens us to new shores. And ultimately, life teaches us to be like water ourselves – strong yet calm, steady yet yielding, subtle yet beautiful.

I wanted to be free, move like racing waves across the surface of life, fighting with every odd, detached from every attachment, ripple towards what my heart desires.

I wanted to be bold, by trusting myself, brave enough to be my true self, taking risks to achieve what my heart desires, don’t be afraid to make a splash when facing new shores.

I wanted to be yielding, to be gentle, generous and patient.

I wanted to be purposeful, let every small act of compassion bring meaning and purpose to my life. Even the smallest pebble on the ocean floor has a purpose in the greater picture. There is no great agony than bearing an untold story inside me. We all dream, we don’t understand our dream, yet we act as if nothing strange goes on in our sleep mind, strange at least by comparison with logical, purpose doing of our mind when we are awake.

I wanted to be peaceful, let my mind flow like water, face life with a calm and quite mind, and everything in life will be calm and quite. While storms may visit, they never last, and calm waters will triumph once more, in knowing that the peace was not the lack of hustling that i missed a target of my dream, but in fact it is the one thing which is in my control.

I wanted to be beautiful, catch the sunlight. Shimmer under the moon. Rise and be seen!

I wanted to be harmonious, being a beautiful balance of mind, body and soul measured in tendered peaceful moments, which I learnt from the Sea which supports all kinds of life, large and small – make space for the opposites to coexist.

Above all the Sea teaches me this – I am all connected. Everything I do echoes into the universe, and even the smallest changes can build into positive life momentum.