| | Went to the beach tonight for a couple of hours. One thing amazing about the crashes of waves is how they speak to your thoughts. When you’re in a happy mood, they cheer you lightly and simultaneously remind you to treasure the irreplaceable, eternal moments. When you are sad, they consol you and place things in a grand perspective of the universe, highlighting the triviality of issues and emotions of your tiny self. Then, when you lay on the bench on your back and look at the sky, you come to aware that you’ve never been so totally disarmed. And time passes by bit after bit, wave after wave, minute by minute. Your screams are heard, words are listened to. Music begins to play in your mind: sad songs, happy songs, the classical. You know the sensation of your own creation, but you cannot help but appreciate the unreal, pitiful love given to you nevertheless.
Perhaps the harshest part is when you get back to your car and realize the memory of the past still weighs like a nightmare on the brains of the living, and time is a moving train on which you stand your feet upon. The problem remains is how hard it is to move on from now on. But it’s okay. “Time makes pain go away”; the ocean told you so.
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