“The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.” -Jacques Yves Cousteau
I do not know how to swim. I have always wanted to learn how but I never had the chance and was also averse to the idea of getting a tan in the process. Not that I have anything against brown skin, I simply do not look good with a tan.
Work would have me travelling all over my country though and most of them led me to going on side trips to the sea. In one assignment I had was in Cebu, I got to visit an uncle who owns this beautiful beach house in Tuburan. While I was there, he allowed me to ride a jet ski from his collection for as long as I wanted.
Armed with just a life vest, I dared going very far from the shore, into the middle of the wide body of water. That’s when I realized that in the middle of the sea, I felt very free. I could drive the jet ski as fast as I could without worrying about any humbs or bumps or people I might run over. There were no streets to dictate where I shall turn or to serve as a guide on how to get back to the shore. There were no traffic lights or road signs to strictly follow. The sea was mine for the taking!
It’s difficult for an over-thinker like me to quiet down my thoughts. My mind is always busy thinking matter after matter. But when I start hearing the sound of the shore and the waves meeting, suddenly, that’s all I hear. My mind stops wandering to the past or to the future and I am left where I am supposed to be–in the present.