Where the Waves Bring Me Home

As I stood barefoot on the wet sand, I felt a sense of peace that only the sea seems to give me. The gentle lap of waves around my ankles was like a soft whisper, inviting me to leave behind the chaos of everyday life and just be. The vast stretch of water ahead was limitless, somehow, perfectly calming.

Ocean and me

This moment takes me back to the evenings of my childhood when the sea was my playground. I would sit by the shore for hours and watch the waves swell and become giants, my favorite pastime was building sand houses. I remember this particular structure I would always build, it was a two-story house with a huge compound wall. The wall was the main highlight as I thought it would protect my house from the waves.

The waves would threaten my little creation. I remember the thrill of watching those small waves becoming giants that towered over me. My mission was simple but deeply serious: I would huddle close, using my hands to shield my sandhouse from the inevitable force of the water.

I knew the waves would win, of course, but that wasn’t the point. Protecting my little creation against the sea, if only for a few moments, became my favorite pastime, and with each wave that swept it away, I found an unexplainable joy in simply building it again.

Even now, as I stand here I feel that same sense of playful resilience—the quiet knowing that life, like the sea, moves in cycles of creation and letting go. Those childhood moments taught me a lesson I only understood much later: sometimes, it’s not about preserving what we’ve made, but about cherishing the act of making it in the first place.

The ocean taught me patience and acceptance, showing me how to let go, again and again, with every wave that came and every wave that left.

Today, the ocean is still my sanctuary, a place where my soul feels most at home.

I am drawn back to its shores, even as an adult, to find a reminder of that childhood wonder.

In its vastness, I feel both small and infinite. The sea holds my memories and my heart, each wave a whisper of the past, and every horizon a promise of something new.