As I watch the waves crash.

Life always takes a different turn when you pounder it seaside. Life seems so simple and somehow hopeful. There has always been something about the ocean. Or perhaps the y-ocean as my nephews calls it. I always feel at peace here. I am trying to soak in as much sea air as I can. It calms me. My soul rests. I feel it in my soul. I can not continue to live my life and blame someone else. It is time for me to be me. To face all my fears and become the person I was always meant to be. 

I need the sea salt to sink in and create the most beautiful metemprphisis I have ever seen. I am tired of simply existing. I want to live.