The Beach
The sounds of a lilting island song echoed softly in the background as I stood in the sand, letting the waves lap over my feet and watching distant ships make their way slowly across the orange and pink stained sky. It was a perfect moment. An uncontrollable grin broke across my face as I found myself thinking, “Is this really okay? Am I really allowed to be this happy?”
A simple and yet overwhelming joy had just bubbled up from nowhere, for no particular reason except that it’s just so good to be alive in this world— and suddenly I found myself reminded of that fact. This, I know, is the reason why I have to keep traveling. It’s why I can never stay put… Because if I stay put too long, I forget. [Read the rest]
