With closed-eyes and an open mind, my mind takes me back to a time where strength and hopefulness overwhelmed me.
The silk-like sand tickled my toes beneath me, the faint sounds of the waves crashing into the rocks and the birds singing beautiful melodies echoed, creating the most soothing music to my ears. I inhaled the salty aroma of the sea calming my thoughts immediately. The music and aroma of the sea urged me to open my eyes to witness the scene in front of me.
My eyelids shuttered open and although i have been on this beach hundreds of times it seemed like a completely different place at five in the morning. The sun met the sea in the horizon creating a sky that looked like a flower blooming with radiant shades of red, yellow and orange. It was a view I have never seen before and I just stood there taking it in. Memorizing every last detail.
Everything around me moved, but it seems like time stood still. The sea kissed the shoreline in a perpetual motion and the surf across the horizon meringued against the velvety black sea underneath. At that moment in time the sea of water appeared to be a sea of opportunities.
The whole scene in front of me was prodding me to be a part of it and not just a person watching from the sidelines. My fear of sea creatures was forgotten for a moment as my cousin called me over to her. Our feet touched the ice cold water and a scream cut through the sky. The loud scream interrupted melodic singing of the birds and waves. Quieting down, I slowly made my way deeper into the sea till my feet could no longer touch the silky sands below. At this stage, I would normally be panicking about all the kinds of fish swimming between my legs and the crabs that could be creeping in search of a scrumptious meal that would be the flesh of my feet in my imagination. However, all i felt floating above the water in that moment, was the strength I had within me. Not just physical strength, but also the emotional strength of conquering my personal fear of sea creatures.
I had started out that day annoyed and frustrated with my cousin for waking me up at five in the morning telling me that it was the perfect time for a jog by the beach. To me, five in the morning is a time where everyone is supposed to be soundly sleeping comfortably in their beds. Little did I know that the stress that had weighed on my shoulders all week would be washed away by the waves after a short swim in the endless sea.
That morning taught me more than just the strength of overcoming a fear. I learnt that all the beautiful scenes our earth provides are worth more than just a picture framed on our walls or posted in social media platforms. These scenes can move one’s emotions, build a whole new perspective and ignite sparks of newfound hope.
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