The ocean’s salty drops touched her skin, each bead a whisper from the deep. In that moment, she understood the meaning of life, not through words, but through sensation. The brine carried stories of eternity, of beginnings and endings folding into each other like waves. She felt the weight of eons dissolve into her being, each drop a bridge between her fleeting existence and the boundless vastness before her.

Life, she realized, is not a destination but an immersion. The salt reminded her of tears, of pain, joy, and all that exists in between. The ocean, like life, was vast, unpredictable, and alive. To swim within it was to surrender, to trust the currents while finding one’s own rhythm. It was not about conquering the waves, but dancing with them.

As the sun painted golden paths across the water, she smiled. Life was not a puzzle to be solved but a tide to be embraced, moment by moment, drop by drop. And in that understanding, she was free.

~Corina