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My gaze was fixed where the water met the shore, that endless line where sky kisses sea, and the world seems to hold its breath. For years, I had stood there, mesmerized by the waves as they rolled in and out, tirelessly drawn to the restless tides. The sea had always been my refuge, a place where time slowed and the noise of the world softened into the rhythmic hush of the ocean’s breath. I craved the company of that vast, unknowable expanse. It promised solace, a kind of healing balm for the wounds I could never quite name. I thought that if I lost myself in its endless depths, if I surrendered to the pull of its currents, I might find peace.
But as I stared across the water that day, something shifted within me. The usual ache of longing that gnawed at my heart softened and faded away. My heart longed no more. I realized, with a quiet, shattering clarity, that the comfort I sought in the sea was not something it could give. It was not a balm that could be poured out onto me or a shelter to be entered. The sea had always been reflecting something else — something hidden deep within me, a truth I had yet to face.
For so long, I had been enchanted by the sea’s vastness, its mystery, and its promise of something beyond the chaos of my own mind. I had hoped that the waves, endlessly breaking and rebuilding, might wash away my fears, my doubts, my aching sense of being lost. But what I failed to see was that the beast I had been trying to outrun, the one that grasped and gnawed at my soul so desperately, wasn’t out there in the crashing surf or in the watery depths. It was inside me, shadowed in my own reflection.
As the sea smiled back at me — that same watery surface shimmering with sunlight — it was not just a mirror of the world, but a mirror of myself. I had been searching for solace in the external, looking to the ocean as if it held answers to questions I hadn’t dared to ask myself. But the sea was not separate from me. It was part of my being, just as I was part of it.
And what had seemed so monstrous, so terrifying — that gnawing fear, the dark beast clutching at my soul — was nothing more than the fear of being me. The fear of facing my own truth, my own vulnerability, my own imperfections. The fear of standing alone in the world, stripped of illusions, naked with all my raw edges showing.
I wanted to run from this fear, to hide in the endless horizon, but there was nowhere to hide. No matter how far I traveled, the reflection in the water was always mine. The waves whispered the same truth: solace would not be found in the sea because I am it, and it is me.
In that moment, I saw that I had to stop yearning for an escape, a rescue, or a cure outside myself. The peace I craved had to come from embracing all the parts of me — the light and the darkness, the strength and the fragility, the calm and the storm. To live fully, I had to look into the water and see not just a distant world, but the reflection of my own soul — wild, deep, and eternal.
The sea had always been my teacher, but I hadn’t been ready to learn its lessons. It taught me that we cannot separate ourselves from the fears that define us; we cannot escape the parts we refuse to see. True solace, true healing, is not found in running away but in diving deep into the waters within ourselves, swimming through the shadows and currents until we come to rest in our own truth.
So I stand now at the shore, not with a heart aching to flee, but with one open to feel — to feel the waves of my own being as they rise and fall. The sea and I are one, an endless dance of reflection and discovery. In that union, I find not fear, but freedom. I find not escape, but belonging. I find not an ending, but a beginning.
Because the sea is not just a place or a thing. It is the essence of life itself — vast, mysterious, and endlessly changing — just like me. And in finally seeing that, I know I have found the solace I was always seeking.
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© 2015 Rebecca