I look to the sea to see myself. It is the only place to see the true reflection of the world around me. The peacefulness that washes over me can come from nothing else. The sea is my haven, and the colors of the sea make me feel alive.
Every day, I wonder what new discovery will come to me as I sit on the shore and gaze far into the horizon. I lose track of time and cannot tell where the water ends and the sky begins. It prompts me to think about metamorphosis. As the line between the water and air is hard to distinguish, I reflect on the border between the person I was yesterday and the person I became today.
Being by the water is refreshing, and it awakens my soul. The hours spent by the sea are the hours it takes to wash away the worries. I return to my home, humbled by a new perspective, and a piece of my heart has uncovered a new love. There is nothing that can take away from the lessons that wash onto shore by the waves.
I go to the sea to learn who I am. Nowhere else can show me. I go to reflect on my life so far and to hope for the life of my future days. No two days will ever be the same, but the sea will remain constant. There must be a consistent point of comparison to bring myself to. Just as there are no two identical seashells that lie on the shoreline, I will not return day after day with the same reflection to be seen in the sea of mirrors.
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