Seaside
by C. D.
It is such a serene place by the sea, and I never realized how soothing it was as a child. Back then, my father would often take a walk to the jetty after work, around 5 pm, and then stroll up and down the promenade. He would usually insist that I accompany him and I was happy to do so.
In the past few years, I have also been engaging in the same post-work routine. I usually drive to the beach and take a leisurely stroll along the promenade. Over time, I have come to realize that the beach and the sea possess an enduring and therapeutic quality. The rhythmic crashing of the waves, the gentle caress of the wind, and the boundless horizon where the sky seamlessly merges with the sea—all these elements combine to create a peacefully sanctuary for me.
The beach and the sea serves as nature’s gentle reminder to slow down and unwind. It doesn’t demand anything from me; it simply provides a serene space for me to exist.
Being closer to the sea at the beach helps me stay mindful. Whether I’m watching the sun set or tracing seashells along the shore, the present moment becomes all that matters. The world’s distractions fade away, leaving me with clarity, calm, and a renewed sense of self. All the worries that had been bothering me instantly disappear.
Birds soaring overhead and the occasional fish breaking the surface—these aren’t just sights; they’re reminders. They whisper that life is vast, interconnected, and beautiful. The beach teaches me to observe, listen, and appreciate the simplicity of life.
Perhaps the greatest gift the beach and the sea offers is the permission to let go. It allows me to release the weight of worries, breathe deeply, and remember that peace isn’t something I chase; it’s something I can return to. Sometimes, all it takes is a walk along the beach to rediscover it.
And one day eventually, when a person’s life reaches its end, and based on their religious beliefs, their ashes will finally be scattered into the sea.