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I’m drawn to large bodies of water. When I’m near them, I feel safe and secure. Something about the noise of the waves and the sea-breeze combining to create a beautiful, natural symphony. I think as humans, we have an innate love of the sea but I also believe that as time goes on, we try to ignore it. Or maybe it’s just slowly leaving us. We treat the sea as a dumping-ground and deplete it’s stocks of marine-life at alarming rates. The respect once held so deeply in our kind is vanishing. Only to be replaced by a lust for exploitation. The sea is seen as a nuisance, not revered as it should be as the place from whence all life came.
I’ll never understand being scared of the sea. It’s true, the sea is powerful but accepting that fact as you wade into the water is liberating. There is nothing like the feeling of ice-cold sea-water slapping against you as you slowly surround yourself with the ocean. Slowly losing a bit of sensation in your arms and legs and then you forget how cold the water is.
