Always written essays on beaches , seen beautiful shots of the water , gazed at the strokes of the brush capturing the calm beauty. Always looked at it as a beautiful place to be in, to have fun in.
What I had forgotten was that it holds a much deeper meaning. Some sort of connection with our souls, something we love. I like to call it the treasure chest of memories. I believe that ever memory I make is stored in the water, the sand, the cool winds and everything that is there and when each year I go back, it's like going back to everything. It's like reliving the past, all of it. In a more refined and beautiful way, and with the same feeling the same thinking I go back to where I once belonged. Where my heart left me, where everything held meaning...where it all made sense.
It's enchanting. Being me all over again.
What I had forgotten was that it holds a much deeper meaning. Some sort of connection with our souls, something we love. I like to call it the treasure chest of memories. I believe that ever memory I make is stored in the water, the sand, the cool winds and everything that is there and when each year I go back, it's like going back to everything. It's like reliving the past, all of it. In a more refined and beautiful way, and with the same feeling the same thinking I go back to where I once belonged. Where my heart left me, where everything held meaning...where it all made sense.
It's enchanting. Being me all over again.
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