Beach

Beach or mountains? Which do you prefer? Why?

Sitting peacefully on the rocks by the beach, I watch the waves crash against the sturdy stones, their relentless energy dissolving into sprays of mist. Each strike seems like a conversation between force and resistance, the waves driven by nature’s will, the rocks standing firm yet slowly yielding over time.

Beyond the rocks, the sands stretch endlessly, kissed by the retreating tides. The grains shimmer under the sunlight, shifting with every wave’s touch, as though nature is sculpting the beach anew. It feels as if the obstacles—the rocks—are being softened, their edges worn down, breaking into an emptiness that is not void but serene.

The ocean, vast and boundless, whispers a timeless lesson: even the strongest barriers erode with persistence, and all struggles dissolve into the infinite rhythm of existence. Here, in this still moment, I find a sense of clarity—a reminder that even life’s hardest obstacles are transient, shaped and reshaped by the ever-moving tides of time.