Log 36: Antigua

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listening to the live music as I walk along the boardwalk. watching the small fishes swim in their school, enjoying the cool water of the Caribbean that they call home. I am jealous of how free they are.

all animals in the wild have a sense of freedom. yes survival in the animal kingdom is key, but as is being in the human world. humans are known as intelligent, wise, and even intense at times, but we are never really free. we are always tied to some type of responsibility, some type of rule telling us to act a certain way.

I long for the day that I am cut loose from these chains, the day I can finally feel what it's really like to be an animal. people forget that humans are just apes in jeans. people forget that we once came from absolutely nothing. our planet is longing for us to help it, yet we constantly hurt her.

taking in my surroundings is something I never know how to quite explain. it's so surreal to realize that Here I Am, on a different piece of land than my home; a place so gorgeous with a completely different lifestyle attached to it. the sense in my stomach is one I've felt many times before. one I've felt while on every island.

day time: soaking in the island breeze, dipping my toes in the clear water, feeling my feet squish against the soft sand. having the hot sunny rays beat against my newly tanned skin. letting the cool water quench my ever growing thirst.

night time: washing the sea and sand out of my hair as if it was never there. the shower water refreshes me, giving me my second wind. I put on my brand new outfit and feel good, feel really good because I'm in the Caribbean, so why feel bad? yet something inside me always hurts.

it's never a bad pain either, it's always just a weird one. like I said I'll never be able to completely explain it, and I don't plan on trying to, but I'll always hope to one day find out.

for now, I'll continue to listen to the island gal sing her cover songs. I'll watch my family smile as they sip on their drinks. I'll look out to the lit up hotel on the water, and I'll watch the palm trees sway ever so lightly. everything is good and that's all that matters.

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