On the sea....

Last night I had a dream about the sea. It was after a flood and the waves were aggressive and constant.  While I was walking through and playing in the water, I ran across a random person. I began talking to him, and I told him how much I loved the water. And then I woke up...

First of all, maybe it wasn't a sea. It was under a bridge and it was shallow enough I could be in it. Second, this dream really baffled me, because right as I was about to describe the water was when I woke up. Meaning that I was at a self epiphany and it was disrupted, forcing me to consider the epiphany.

It's true - why do I love the sea and the water? Why do I love the beating waves? Something about the beating waves shows them in their true state. They are vulnerable, restless, and constantly changing. They are never complacent. They move on and change as they please, without regard to anything else. They are aggressive and come and go and do as they please. Yet they leave an impact on you that you'll never forget. When you leave the waves and go to lay down at night, you still feel the ebb and flow of the waves hit you as you drift to sleep.

Maybe that's why I like the waves - they are as restless as I am. They change as much as I do. I'll be honest, I really don't do well with permanence. I need to be constantly changing. I need the constant stimulation of the unknown. I dislike when the world is predictable. Paradoxically, I hate surprises, but I also hate permanence.

So maybe I missed the epiphany in the dream, but I see it now. I love the waves because they are restless and relentless. They inspire me to constantly move and change to get where I want to be. I could sit and watch the waves forever, because they are never the same as they move from one point to the next. They leave you impacted and breathless, and then move on to do the same to the next person.

The waves are everything I want to be.