The warmth of the sun settled over my skin like a quiet blessing, the kind that doesn’t ask for anything in return. The air smelled of salt and something familiar… maybe childhood summers, maybe the unspoken peace of being exactly where you’re meant to be.
Waves curled gently to the shore, their rhythm steady and calm, as if whispering secrets only the oceans understand.
I sat there, toes buried in sun-warmed sand, watching the light play on the water, fluid… fleeting… And for a moment, everything felt simple. The weight of my very existence softened, like it had loosened its grips. Love was real, life was whole, and my worries, once so heavy, seemed so small against the vastness of oceans ?
In that golden moment of time, I understood that nothing more was needed, only the sun tracing its warmth across my skin, the sea breathing in its steady rhythm, and the quiet certainty that simply being alive was enough.
The tide moved in and out, unhurried, gently reminding me that life continues whether I rush or stay still.
There was a kind of mercy in that thought, in knowing that even when life pulls away, it has a way of finding its way back.
So I let myself breathe, let the moment stretch without grasping for it, and in that stillness, I felt something close to freedom.
There was something in the air, a certain kind of longing, but not for anything in particular.
It wasn’t a need for more, but a recognition of how much had already been given.
The ocean did not need anything from me, unbothered by the world’s demands or my presence. It didn’t care whether I understood it or not; it simply gave. It gave me its soothing waves, its broad reach, its quiet embrace of the shore.
The sun did not need anything from me, unbothered by the world’s demands or my presence. It didn’t care whether I understood it or not; it simply gave. It simply shone, complete in its radiant existence, untouched by time, or the passing drift of clouds.
It wasn’t seeking validation or purpose, it was whole, in its own perfect shape, unaffected by time or circumstances. In that realisation, I felt small, yet so free, as if I, too, could exist without the weight of expectations.
The ocean doesn’t question whether its waves give enough to the shore, nor does the sun wonder if its light is sufficient for the world, they are whole in their unapologetic existence, a living proof that true worth is not earned, but intrinsic.
Nature, in all its forms, flows effortlessly, unaware of any expectations placed upon it. We, too, were made to simply be. In our constant search for meaning and purpose, we often overlook the beauty in just existing, in embracing the inherent value of being alive.
And if the waves can rise and fall without fear of being too much or too little, if the sun can pour its light onto the world without hesitation, then maybe we, too, can surrender. Maybe we can live without questioning whether we deserve to, without waiting for permission to take up space. Maybe the only thing left to do, the most radical, most beautiful thing, is to simply be.
To breathe. To exist. To revel in the miracle of our own being, knowing that we are, and always have been, whole.
To live. To feel the warmth of the sun on our skin, to listen to the ocean’s endless song, to dance, to taste, to touch, to love, to lose, and to love again.
To laugh until our ribs ache, to wander streets we’ve never known, to run barefoot on the shore with salt in our hair, and to be part of it, if only for a little while.
To wake up to the gift of our own existence.
To see the world not as something to conquer, but as something to savour.
To break us open and to fill us again.
We are here for the simple, unshakable pleasure of being.
And in the end, nothing lasts. Not the waves, not the sun, not even us. The tide will pull back, the seasons will shift, the sky will darken and lighten again, indifferent to our longing. Everything we hold, everything we love, will one day slip through our fingers like sand, but maybe that is not a tragedy. That is the gift of life.
Every moment is sacred. Every sunrise is the only one of its kind. Every touch, every glance, every breath is a fleeting miracle, never to be lived in quite the same way again. And if that is true, then what else is there to do but love fiercely, live fully, and take in this world with open hands and unguarded hearts?
We are here, standing at the edge of something vast and unknowable, destined to disappear like everything that came before us. But while we are here, while the sun is still warm on our skin and the ocean still sings at our feet, let us not waste a second asking if we are worthy of it. Let us take it all in, unafraid, unapologetic, infinite for just a little while.
All my love… winds its way to you, like the sun’s warmth to the earth, like the shore’s quiet pull to the sea… unseen yet always there, a constant embrace, ever-present.
jeanne ianne 
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