The ocean moves constantly.
Life courses through it and bursts at its seams.
It's fluent and scary in its way.
It's capable of destroying cities.
It's beautiful too, providing a home to all marine life and tranquility to humanity.
The vast unknown lies just beneath its surface, invoking the curiosity of many.
I stand on the bow of a boat and stare out in admiration.
I wonder how something so large and obscure can resemble me in so many ways.
When I am angry, I become a hurricane.
It's as though nothing can stop me from raging akin to an abandoned tea kettle on a piping stove.
On the contrary, when I'm calm, my happiness and peace resonate with those who surround me.
It's an exhausting cycle of the highest highs and the lowest lows.
The people in my life perceive my existence as comforting and simultaneously dangerous, just like the deep.
I can become a different person in the blink of an eye, and I still don't understand it.
Maybe that's why the ocean is so disastrously gorgeous to me.
The unchartered waters must bring consolation to those who haven't fully discovered themselves.
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