the world seems not the same, though i know nothing has changed.

 

school is underway, and so i went to spend my last day of utter freedom alone at the beach. honestly, the last time i went to sit on the beach during the way was back in 2007, and before that, about never. don’t ask me what the fascination was. there’s so much i can say about the horizon, the view of the cliffs, the way sunlight hits every grain of sand and reflects different shades of gray and brown, the excitement in the eyes of adorable four-legged creatures called dogs, the truly endless blue up above and right in front with orange beams dancing and flickering on the wavy surface, and the relaxing look on just about everyone’s faces.

as soon as i got out of the car, i looked up at the freedom. i literally nearly tipped over because i was so amazed at the beauty of it. i enjoyed the beauty of the sky and thought of the endless possibilities that go on underneath it everyday. and then i walked around. i started to look down. i saw people. i saw people walking their dogs. i saw people sunbathing. i saw people holding hands. i saw people biking. i saw people patrolling. i saw people carrying their children on their shoulders. i saw people throwing balls for their dogs. then i looked down further. i saw different states of sand, from the most wet and dense, to light and fluffy. and i just kept staring. i stared at the sand  beneath and around me for what seemed like hours.i stared and played with it.

that was when i realized, that i live in my own bubble. and i enjoy it. i stopped looking at the endless blues. i stopped looking at people. i stopped looking at dogs. i sat there, in the most open space known to man, with the exception of a desert or mid-ocean. i sat there, and i was in my own bubble. i have all the freedom and in the crowd with all these people, and yet, i choose my bubble.

then why is it so hard sometimes, inside this bubble?

~ by pchaisawat on September 3, 2009.