It must be the sea
There is really something in me that sync with the sea. If for the instance that I never knew my true parents are, I would really think that Poseidon puked me out fresh from the salty water. During the conception of my mother to prepare me in coming out in this weird world, I was never associated with water or any liquid at all. But it is really interesting where I got this love of sea when in fact both my mom and dad never ever talked about if some time in their entire lives, they love the waters. Drinking water excluded of course.
When I was young and full of decaying tooth, Mr. Jerry, my father decided to bring home an aquarium made of leftover glass from a friend. The glass is so thick that sometimes you will need to use your third eye just to see through the glass even if we just cleaned it days ago. Nevertheless, the new found obsession from paps was a breath of fresh air compared to our pets: lassie the dog and Sharon the cat.
Mr. Jerry also bought a couple of fish to compliment with the little world he created on those four glass walls. You know, people have a weird tendency to name those speechless animals like a real human. He bought 4 of those gold fishes and a janitor fish, which names I already forgotten long ago. I used to stay beside the aquarium watching them doing their own businesses while wondering how on this world that God created organisms so much different from one another. And on some occasion, I would wish to be like them; no not the janitor fish that is so lazy and only spend the day eating moss and dirt, but those gold fish that are swimming carelessly. They tend not to care with the world, the only obligation they have in mind is to catch algae, plankton or whatever they can stuff on their mouth to eat. I realized, those fishes will enjoy more if they are on their natural habitats. And that is the sea.
That might be the reason why even at the young age I already fell in love with the water. From then on, I love myself being called hydrophilic. I love the sound of it. Its makes me smile, and it always makes me remember my love for the sea.
I can live without seeing any buildings for a month, but you cannot let me live for a year without letting me have a glimpse of the sea. They are the extension of my soul and the fortress of my solemnity. My sweetest escape from the harsh reality of urban living.
Credits to: toma_album
