The Escaping Sea, The Unseeing Heart

My partner loves surfing.

I know that well.

He is full of life when he is in the ocean, and

his sense for reading the waves even seems to draw out his intuition.

But it was also a form of "escapism."

The room is a mess.

Even when I tidy it up, it goes back to how it was immediately.

While he says he treasures his things,

there is a mountain of tattered clothes, unused tools, and mysterious electronic appliances.

"I don't have time to clean up."

"I want to go to the ocean on my days off."

He says that, turning his eyes away from decluttering,

and not facing his own inner self either,

Every time, he escapes to the sea.

The sea is kind.

It says nothing.

It does not blame him.

That is why he goes to the sea.

But true healing,

can only be born from facing things.

True freedom,

lies beyond letting go of what is unnecessary.

He knows this.

Somewhere, all along, he has been aware of it.

But he is afraid.

He feels that letting go of things is like losing a part of himself.

And to that 'pain of loss',

He still cannot face it.

And so, once again, he heads to the sea today.

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