Sea is magical. For centuries, literature and visual arts elevated oceans to the role of arbiter of fate, a religious symbol and a backdrop of heroic tales.
Standing atop a cliff, I felt the weight of history on my shoulders. Not a hero, but a person wrapped in worry about the world we live in.
I struggled to let my soul free, and be one with the vastness of the elements below and their timeless freedom.
Waves know no borders, sea knows no fear nor prejudice, oceans give life to us all.
Leave the shackles of worry. Be sea. Be free.