Water has always made me calm. Storm or a sprinkle, a river, a lake, or a chlorine pumped pool, no matter the body of water, I was calm. Pools were always getaways for me. I remember one summer, when I swam in the Lehigh River and the Little Lehigh Canal almost everyday to escape the heat and just be alone by myself in the water.
Oceans are the same, every time I have gotten the chance to be in one I was in it. Every wave pulls me in further. Each crash and ripple and gurgle of the ocean or the sea is normal each on their own but together it's a symphony of perfect harmony, it's an orchestra that never ends. The call of the sea, the song of the siren, the muse of nations.
Even though water almost killed me when I was little, I worked with it, rather than ran from it like most other children do. After my near death experience when I almost drowned, I immediately started learning to become a stronger swimmer. I was the most determined than I ever was for anything else the rest of my life. Ever since then, my family labeled me a fish, which I still don't mind.
I have gotten off topic, though, there was never really a topic to begin with I guess?
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Anxious Poppies
RandomA journey through mental illness, drug use, and change for the better.
