When I was younger, I went to Dominican Republic for a couple of weeks. During my trip, I came upon a secluded sand bank a few kilometers away from our hotel.
I remember sitting in clear blue water up to my waist, digging my feet in the smooth sand and just staring off into the sea. I couldn’t see anything but water and sky. I quickly got bored of this, and started digging in the sand for shells and starfish.
I didn’t appreciate it at the time because I didn’t understand what I was looking at.
I feel like people have a natural tendency to do this through their lives.
They often overlook the most beautiful places, people, and experiences.and it isn’t until you’re caught in the same mundane cycle that you’ll start thinking differently.
I can’t figure how to rap this up. So i’m going to leave it open.