Entries about heart

==“For whatever we lose, It’s always our self we find in the sea.” e. e. Cummings==

5 and a half months… 155 days… 3720 hours… 13 392 000 seconds… since I had felt the gently touch of the oceans waves upon my flesh.
To me, the ocean is life. It is a living being that exists so delicately yet powerfully. The last time I was at the beach was on our summer vacation in Zante 6 months ago. Absolutely beautiful, but absolutely nothing, not even the Greek Isles compare to the beaches surrounding my home town, and I was so anxious to be there as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, over cast weather welcomed me back home, and I was hanging out for the sunshine to make its grand appearance. I guess I’d already waited 6 months, another few days wouldn’t hurt right? Before long, I was awoken early one morning to the sun’s rays creeping through my window and a gentle sea breeze calling my name.

My family and I ran across the road and down to our little beach which was absolutely perfection. I felt the sunshine on my near transparent skin, warmth flooding throughout my body. The tiny grains of sand tickled my toes and the salty breeze ran through my hair. I skipped across rocks, shells and seaweed until I reached the waters edge. The cold water invigorated my body making every hair on the nape of my neck stand on end. I ventured out into the ocean, the water climbing its way upwards. There was a gently wave rolling into the bay. I held my breath and dived under the wave, its energy rolling over me. Under the water I could hear the wonderful explosion of the wave as it crashed on the shore.

I emerged from the depths, water stinging my eyes. I smiled. Since returning home, my mind had been clouded with doubt and worry. But this is where everything in life just makes sense. For a minute you can escape life and float along the surface. Feeling the sun on your face and the surreal beauty of weightlessness. Your ears fill with water and you can just hear your heart beat in your chest and focus on your breathing. Slowly, I moved my hands and glided across the water, eyes closed and mind open. I let the sea take me away for a minute. In this moment, everything is simple. Everything makes sense. And you forget about your worries. The waters power rushes through my body and suddenly I’ve got power and meaning again. I stand up. Water drains from my ears and the sound of life swarms back around me. I walk towards the shore, the hot sand prickling my feet.

For the first time since being home, I actually feel home. London will always be a special kind of home, one that I created for myself, but definitely one I couldn’t live in for the rest of my life. As long as I’ve got sunshine on my face, the love of people around me in my heart and the wise voice of the ocean in my ear, I’ll be happy. Oh and just to put it out there, my tan is coming along quite nicely.

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If your heart is just a muscle that pumps blood through your body, then why does it feel like it's shattering within you when something bad happens or feels like it's going to escape through your chest when when you're escatic?
I'm a very emotional, expressive person who is a hopeless romantic, who may have fairytale like dreams, but I believe they will come true. I also know that everything happens for a reason. Because without the storm, the sun would not shine as bright.

The heart is like the ocean, forever changing, moving and growing....
With every wave that crashes on the shore, to every storm that sweeps the sea... a tiny emotion dapples the surface, a rippling effect flushes through your heart and your entire body until you are overcome by a feeling.

We are sometimes torn between our heart and our head. Mr Brain speaks with reason, logic and intellect whereas Miss Heartbeat sings with emotion and passion, two voices that clash somewhere in the bottom of your stomach that makes you feel sick when trying to decide what to do.
I am often torn between these two voices, each just as valuable as the other... however I believe in life, the ultimate goal is to be happy, and you obtain happiness by doing and getting things that you truly want and desire which are the notes that often flow from the heart.

My heart is still young and growing. I'm still figuring out who I am, who I want to be and what I want in life. But I do have big goals, dreams and aspirations and though the path to happiness may not always be clear, I follow my heart and I know I cannot get lost.
Being away from home, my heart has experienced the coldness of the darkest depths of the Pacific to the warm, shining tides of the Mediterranean, but I feel that each experience helps your heart grow and learn, making you stronger and wiser for the next wave you catch.

As Eleanor Roosevelt said, "You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself 'I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.' You must do the thing you think you cannot do."

I have so many big goals and dreams I want to achieve. And I know I can. And I know it won't be easy, it's not supposed to be.
In this moment, a wave of motivation floods through my body, as I ride this wave who know where it will take me, what paths I will cross, who I will meet and what I will do, but I know it will be an adventure and my heart leaps out of my chest at the very thought.

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