this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

The beautiful and yet terrible thing about visiting the sea was that you had to leave it eventually. unless you were born on the island and lived there, you were always just a visitor, a passing tenant that had no hold on the everlasting Sea. Each time I went back was a different experience; no two trips were the same. The only thing that was the same though, was the ache I felt leaving.

I know it sounds dramatic and highly irrational, but every visit reminds me how dry living in the city can be. Modern technology has removed us even from the simplest of discomforts such as sand in your shoes, salt in your hair, and a sun burned skin. Simple discomforts yet I see them as simple pleasures. It feels wonderful to be worrying about something as silly as having sand in your shoes. 

And when there was nothing left to be done, I’d take a nap on the beach. Nothing soothes as wonderfully as the quiet sea shore. The gentle waves make a very thereupetic sound, and the Sun feels so much more wonderful at the beach. When the temperature peaks, I’d go for a swim. The routine is bliss.

As I sit here writing this, I weep for the emptiness of living in the city. The irony of the situation is that I needed the city, yet I detest so many aspects of it. I guess that’s why we have holidays, get aways from the city to find ourselves again. To reconnect with nature and gain a wider perspective of life before going back.

A friend asked me : “If you felt so emotional about the Sea, would you move given the oppurtunity?” At first, my instant reply was “Yes!” but later I knew secretly that I wouldn’t and couldn’t, at least not at this point of time. I could not retire from the life I’ve grown so accustomed to; moving there would be spoiling the one thing that I truly loved. I might grow tired of it and fail to see it’s beauty anymore. Better to go once in a while and experience the full beauty of the Sea.

But maybe, when I retire, just maybe; moving away where nobody could contact me without an hour’s boat ride; wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all.

imy lang tengah