The Ocean
We should never let the anchors of our past, the ones we hope to keep down in the bottomless blue, hold us back from reaching clearer waters. There's a whole sea filled with love and joy. I feel it in my heart. Each experience, each heartbreak, each morning I wake to the smell of the air after the rain washed it a new. There will always be love and it will always find you. Everything happens in this world for a reason because everything in this world co-exists, all in one big universe. It all interacts. This sheer fact alone makes us all part of a legion. So I implore, go, and keep braving mighty storms, choppy waters, and perilous battles with the great deep unknown. I am taken back by the beauty and vastness of the world, which forever inspires me to sail to new oceans of limitless opportunity. The beauty of the wide-open sea is that there is a full range of where you and only you want to go.
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