Where the sun meets the ocean

I was sitting on my balcony in the middle of the Atlantic ocean. Somewhere on the horizon, I could see an island. Small boats were sailing throughout the waves of the calm waters. The day was warm, and the sun was heating. And it was good.

The waves of the air were trembling the leaves of the palm trees on the horizon. The ground was rocky and was connecting with the ocean. There were some clouds above the mountains, adding a little bit of the mystery for those magnificent creations. And it was good.

The music was playing in my headphones. It was new. “Where’s your backbone, brother?” — the singer was asking someone. Maybe he was asking me? Everyone finds the answers for themselves. I don’t think I’ve found one for myself, though. Yet.

Since my last time here, I was thinking a lot. Where’s the truth? What to do next? What, or rather, where, is my place in this world? There were lots of questions in my head. I did not have the answers at that time. But I found out who did.

People surrounding me. People who appear in my life for one or another reason. People, who have an opinion, who also think for themselves, who ask lots of questions, listen to the answers, and then ask even more. Who have their own truth.

It does not mean that I accept their truth for myself. Not always, at least. I listen and then ask deeper questions to receive their exciting answers. Maybe the “golden truth” is hidden somewhere in between my head and their answers. And to find it, I need to ask the same questions to myself.

This helps to find the answers. To see the life from the different perspective than yours. To get to the truth that is acceptable for you. And do as you want.

Because the same truth might be good for someone. But not for me. The same way of doing things might be acceptable for those people. But not for me. And I cannot assure that what is good for me will be good for someone else. I can suggest, but I cannot guarantee that it will work for the others.

Everything is similar yet tends to be different for each and every question. We are similar, yet a bit different. We have similar questions, yet the answers are different for each and every one of us. And it is beautiful.

You know that feeling when everything is amazing, and you just need to enjoy the moment? This was exactly it. It was a stunning evening. I was writing this “pile of thoughts”. Good music. Good friends surrounding me. Tasty food. And new experiences.

I was sitting on the balcony in the middle of the Atlantic ocean. A small white fog was covering the island on the horizon. The day was warm, and the sun was slowly going down. To meet the ocean.

Til the next day.