Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Religion in the Waves

The ocean is a religion. Its waves are a constant reminder of the never-ending nature of the world we live in. It's tides teach you that everything comes and goes at it's own pace. It touches all parts of our world at the same time and ties us all together no matter how far away we think we might be from each other. Its always there, making us feel small, while at the same time enlarging us in ways we don't even fathom. Stand on a shore and you can stare off into the Seas depths and on any given day see into your past or your future.
The ocean has always been my religion and no matter how far away I am or how long its been since my last confession, I can always sense it's ebb and flow in my veins and feel its pull on my heart and soul every time there's a full moon in the sky.
Try to stand on a beach while the last rays of summer sun reach out to you from millions of miles away and not feel the awe.
No the Ocean is most definitely a religion and I was born to be it's disciple.