Oceans are beautiful. I didn’t realize it before, but the sound of waves crashing on a shore fulfills all of my needs it seems. I don’t know how, but the sound of the destruction of the world makes my heart swell with sorrow and joy.
The water seems to cascade down a cliff, it flows so easily I don’t know how I can make anything better or worse. Water flows so easily from finger tip to finger tip and I just want to hold it but I can’t. Maybe water is something like happiness. As much as you try and hold onto it, and you can when you are surrounded by water from all around or if you cup your hands. Because happiness can so easily leave your body, so easily can change your whole self.
The water may flow out of your hands, but it also leave remains. Your hands are wet, so if water is happiness, then maybe there is hope that you can be happy even at your lowest point.
Your lowest point of your life is your sadness. It harms you, it harms your self-image, your self-esteem and your personality. Maybe that’s why we hide our pain with a false happiness. So we put the sand in the bottom of the ocean. The world put it there, but it takes time for people to realize it’s on the bottom. Even if it takes you awhile to realize, without this stupid sand, you’d sink to the bottom of the ocean and drown. Without this sand, you could never feel anything other than happiness, and as amazing as that sounds, it isn’t
You can’t cry for a loss of a loved one. You can’t love. You can’t doubt yourself. You can’t improve upon yourself. My god, there’s so many things you can’t be or do if you just had happiness.
Maybe the fact that the ocean breaks upon the shore of a beach means we’re trying to break through your sorrows. We’re trying to figure out what you really are made up of, past the sand.
Bonfire Heart – James Blunt