And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
~ Haruki Murakami
I grew up near the water, I grew up being lulled at night by the sound of the ocean crashing against the shore, sometimes I still imagine the peaceful sound of waves hitting the sand. My grandfather and great-grandfather taught my brothers and me how to swim when we were knee-high or maybe before. It’s been so long it’s difficult to say when my first swimming lesson was. One thing that I always remembered though was my great-grandfather saying telling me, “if your arms and legs ever get tired, roll on your back and float!” Back then sometimes I would float just for the fun of it. There’s something about the sun hitting your face with the waves carrying you like a baby in its mother’s arms and hearing the sound of your heart beating in your ear, that made life wonderful. It takes a lot of concentration to float on water, you have to imagine yourself, light as a feather, your mind has to be clear because it’s easy to just sink to the bottom like a brick if you lose your thought. In that moment of floating on your back, nothing else matters, you are one with the water and if you listen carefully enough, I’m sure you could hear the voice of God through the waves. Can you imagine that?Read more