I was safe in the harbor, enjoying the peace and quiet, until the waves started calling me. I listened intently, everyday, to the waves singing tunes that were sweet to the ears. Songs I yearned to hear. I listened, oblivious of the fact that I was falling in love with the sound of it. So I drew nearer and nearer to the waves, bare feet kissing the foam and loving its feel. So I kept walking towards it with the water turning ankle-deep, then knee-deep, waist...on and on I went. It was when the waters had reached my neck and the waves had started to choke me that I came to my senses and remembered one thing—I don't know how to swim. Fear encompassed me. But I LOVE THE WATER so I tried to stay, despite the struggles and all. Until that time I became tired staying afloat. One can only take so much. The waves nearly drowned me. The struggles became harder and harder each day I had to go away. To free myself. The waves withdrew, too. I took a step or two backwards, 'coz I had to, each day, 'til I was back in the safe harbor.
The love for the water is still there, yet no matter the love, I couldn't stay in the water forever.
So I just look at the water and the waves from a distance. I guess there are things that you can only love just from afar.
October 27, 2017
