July 22nd, 2019, 06:47 pm
Something inside me changed along with the turn of the tides. Rowing my boat upstream suddenly seemed so futile. The fear was still there, deep down inside of me, entangling my heart and restricting my breath. Yet some inexplicable power allowed me to finally let go of the oars of my boat and the wind turned it around. The muscles in my arms aching from the endavour this journey had taken, I laid on my back and finally rested, looking up to the stars and the moon.
And in that moment I remembered how the moon and the tides are connected. I inhaled and exhaled deeply. Apparently this was all it took. A catalyst for change.
It wasn’t long before I reached the rapids and the flow of water carried my boat to the open sea.
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