wave of thoughts

i n t r o

When you go to the beach, the first thing you see, the first thing you feel, the first thing you touch—and perhaps the first thing you fall in love with—is the sand.

Sand is made of tiny fragments of rock. It can feel annoying, even itchy, yet a beach without it feels empty. It is both discomfort and completeness at once.

The brain is much like the shore. It holds all the unsaid, crumpled, tangled words. And just as waves crash against the beach, thoughts crash against the mind—again and again, randomly, relentlessly—slowly driving us restless, sometimes even mad.

The ocean is never calm because of its waves.
The mind is never calm because of its thoughts.

Thoughts and waves are bound to meet. They arrive together, collide together, and sometimes suffer together.

We live within these waves of thought.