Musings on the seashore...



She'd given up a lot to be at this moment, at this time - here. The cool breeze gently playing with her hair and the sound of crashing waves from the Pacific was an escapade she could live with, forever. Perfect blue skies, the salty taste of ocean winds and the flock of seagulls made for the most picturesque sights ever. 

And yet, there was a considerable vacuum in the last few years of her life, just plain emptiness. Migrating to a new country brought its own set of new experiences and thrills, but unfortunately bundled with this choice was the surrendering of her career. It was the one thing she found particularly hard to understand of humanity; as we progressed towards a better understanding of ourselves and improving lives, why did something as fundamental as applying skills for betterment a privilege in advanced societies? The moments of vacuum seemed to hit hardest on her with these thoughts, the feeling of hope abandoned as her accrued skills lay rusted. Sure enough, she was a strong soul and made it her resolution to utilize this phase of her life in sharpening some long lost hobbies - painting and photography. Painting was an especially great way to rewind during such stressed moments, pouring for hours long on a single piece of canvas. It was quite symbolic of her deepest desires - meaningfully adding bits to the vastness of her own life's canvas, bringing a sense of fulfillment out of sheer emptiness. 


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  1. Loved it!! Looking forward to reading more such stories!

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