“For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), it’s always ourselves we find in the sea.” – E.E. Cummings
If your heart is broken, the endless waves of the ocean will lull you into a revery and soothe your spirit.
If you are feeling the pangs of age, the eternal ebb and flow of the ancient sea comforts.
Merely mortal concerns such as school or jobs or money fade in significance in the presence of the constantly changing yet timeless lapping of water on the shore.
Insignificant motes standing on the beach, looking out at a world of water that dwarves us and our problems.
Like the low tide, these problems too shall pass.