I am the ocean, changing with the tides, flowing with the currents, growing with the melting icebergs. My body, the ocean, bed is always here, but it is not a homie. And man, that’s a smart body.
It will create entire mountains to adapt to my currents. It will deepen where needed and carry scars of trenches, so that I can keep doing my thing, keep being me.
I can use my anchor spread around when I want to dictate its pace. I can also allow myself to drift safely. I know it will stay my solid foundation, my core.
It’s that smart that it does not leave my, that it does not leave any room for doubt.
So what do I choose when I’m so saved that I can choose anything?
I choose the most breathtaking sunrises, wild days, present sunsets, and still nights over my waves. I choose my wills to always be singing…
My dolphins playing endlessly, and my sharks to be focused and determined. I choose the courage to go boldly to Point Nemo.
There is more to come.
– Marija
