When I went to the beach last summer, a feeling of insignificance washed over me like the tide.
As I stood on the shore, surrounded by the vast expanse of sand and sea, it felt as if I were merely a tiny dot in an immense painting of the seaside, zoomed out and wide.
When the warm sun rays and soft breeze hit my body as I gazed out at the vastness of the sea, it felt like my worries, ambitions, and even my existence were fleeting moments in the tapestry of time. In the face of such magnificence, everything seemed trivial.
Yet, in contemplating my insignificance, I realized that even the smallest things can hold immense significance. As I walked barefoot on the beach, each grain of sand beneath my feet became a gentle reminder that I was alive and a part of this vast universe.
And in the warmth of nature’s embrace, I didn’t feel the need to hide behind a dishonest cover.
I could unapologetically be myself, raw and plain.