The ocean’s beauty is in the ebb and flow of the tide. The waves rise to a brilliant glistening crescendo then fall into a foamy silence.
It is hypnotic. The movement of the ocean is repetitive but never identical to what came before.
It is suspenseful. How big will the next wave be? How calm will the ocean become tonight?
Our mental state is often like the ocean waves. We rise high, we crash hard. We are calm and boring sometimes, raging and exciting at other times.
It is a part of our beauty. We are alive.
Can you accept your humanity?
Or are you looking for a constant mental state, unshaken by reality? Many must be as proven by the profits of pharmaceutical companies.
Why should I not feel pain when a friend suffers?
Why should I not feel joy when an infant laughs?
I do not look for everlasting happiness. It won’t come.
Only the waves will come.