At one point in my life I took a good look at the sea and asked. What would you do?
The sea responded:
Sometimes I am blue, sometimes I am red. Sometimes green or ready to flow.
Flow with the streams, winds or mother earths eager to shake the world.
Sometimes I ride with the waves, big, small or shallow, white, or colored, feeling free as never before.
Sometimes I am angry and cry out showers of emotions, without caring about any of consequences.
So tell me, how is my answer better than yours?
The only truth I know of is that I at one point will reach the shore.
Written January 2014, east of Africa