STOIC

The waves

The ocean was always my favourite escape from reality, whenever I felt like life is getting harder I would run to the shore and sit there alone admiring the beauty of the waves and breath clean air.

I would sit and listen to the waves for hours, their songs clear all the bad thoughts and loud noises inside my head, I guess this feeling is what other people call peace?.

There's something else I always admired about the ocean, the waves always throws the corpses of the dead into the shoreline, no matter how long that creature lived there or how deep he used to live, the ocean will always throw it away when he dies.

I guess this is from where I learned how to get away from people that are dead to me, people that I no longer consider as my family, because honestly there's no relation stronger than family, and family can be people that doesn't share the same blood as yours.

Friendships relationships are all temporary lies, people forget that and that's why they get hurt, I understand attachment can be so difficult to deal with after the end of a friendship or a relationship, but this is all your choice from the beginning.

The summer ends and winter comes, the waves rise and the corpses get thrown away.