Seanic Ataraxia

 Seanic Ataraxia

The mighty seas have ebbed and flown since the dawn of time. The gentle whispers of the waves and salty breeze metaphorically tickle my ears, making me want to recognize only the calm and tranquillity of the sea. It isn’t that I am unaware of the sea’s might and sheer destructive capability. And yet, there is no denying the sense of serenity every time I listen to the lapping of waves or the flow of the tides. This may be because I have come to the realization that there is a perfect balance that is struck between the tranquil and the terror of the sea. Perhaps our lives are more analogous to the sea than we previously realized. Akin to the sea’s giant tumultuous waves, our existence too, is filled with numerous trials and tribulations. But life also presents us with the occasional placid moment reminiscent of watching the sun sink lower into the horizon. These moments are fleeting, just like the hues of brilliant colours scattered across the sky while there is a gentle breeze blowing through your hair and warm sand between your toes. A handful of moments like these make up for a lifetime of wading through a churning sea of turmoil moreover we must be cognizant that if monstrous waves can be reined in and returned to the depths, so can the problems of our lives. 

At times it can be difficult to see that far into the horizon while being thrown around by choppy waters, but we must never forget that pretty much every storm can be endured with a well-stocked life raft.