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"dance with the waves, move with the sea

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"dance with the waves, move with the sea. Let the rhythm of the water set your soul free."
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For as long as I can remember my heart belonged to the ocean.

I know I can be a little cliché when it comes to these things, but it's the truth. I belong to the ocean, the ocean belongs to me.

No matter how many times I almost drowned or no matter how many times a jelly fish has stung me, I always found my way back to it. It was home.

I remember my mother used to say,
"Paradise isn't a place. It's a feeling."

Although the ocean may seem like paradise, it wasn't just a place to me that got created by God. It was all about how it made me feel. It made me feel good, it made me feel like me, but most importantly it made me feel free.

I used to spend an insane amount of time wondering if I'm doing it right. Wondering if this was actually what I wanted to do, but deep down I knew it was. Entering college to become a Marine Biologist was the right choice. I spent most of my High school years instead of partying, having sex, and even finding my true love. I spent it with the ocean.

I spent my time studying all the creatures beneath the sea, and learning about their magical flaws that us humans don't have.

I knew that this was the right thing to accomplish, because even though the ocean is a dark place to be left alone. Even though the creatures in it may be dangerous to us humans, I've found myself to love it more than I could ever imagine.

So here I am on my first day of my sophomore year of college making my way to biology class. To flaw at what I love doing best.

༚༅༚˳ Flashback ༚༅༚˳

"Angelica honey, careful." My mother says as I splash my way through the shallow sea.

"Mummy look!" I say smiling playfully, pointing my finger down at the water.

She swims over to me looking down at where I'm pointing as the colorful fish swims under our legs.

"Isn't that a beauty my darling." She giggles while holding me up to her waist in the water.

"Mummy is the ocean heaven?" I question the brunette women with freckles holding me above water.

"The ocean can be whatever you make it my dear."

She kisses my nose getting giggles out of me, placing me back down in the water, as we go a little more deep in. I start to float at my own pace letting the waves rush beneath my small body, I use my feet and start to kick small doggy paddles to make my way through the waves.

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