As life tucks more and more years of existence into my storybook called life, my wants become less and less simple - it's simply having an early morning walk and having a relaxing gaze at the mesmerizing blue clear seawater.
With its inviting splendid view of low tide telling me to explore again the wonders of the sea's abundance hiding behind the corals and stones - it's telling me "Yes dear, you are home!"
This is what I have always looked forward to every holiday season - going home. And with a heart dancing to the graceful tune of nothing but full bliss and being grateful, finally, I am home.
Indeed, it's the most wonderful time of the year.
Being away from home for so long made me cherish this tropical paradise I was lucky to call home, even more.
Walking along this mesmerizing pebbly shoreline, with every dramatic symphony of waves as it touches the shore, playing harmonious music in my ear, gives me a profound sense of belongingness and connection to the familiar soil I am setting foot into.
As I continued walking, these tiny pink flowers growing wild along the coastline greeted me with their lovely blooms, simply telling me that life flourishes with the simple and little things in life.
As my feet took me to where the low tides were offering me a "blue watery carpet" walk, my heart was beaming with excitement. This shade of blue gives a glittering tapestry of scenic tropical marvels. As the wide sea sparkles under the heat of the smiling sun, adorned with a variety of colorful sea creatures, capturing the essence of being good to be home, that weaves nostalgia into the very fabric of my soul.
As I get to lay my eyes again on these different types of corals, gently lying, it's like I got reunited with an old long lost friend. It's like wearing comfortable slippers after having to wear shoes and wander into strange lands and now, I am home again.
And what I am usually up to during low tides, are the shells I loved to gather when I was a child. These shells camouflage with the stones and sea grasses that's why it took a keen eye to notice them.
I was tempted to get them and go further search for more of these shells for food, like what I usually do every time I am home, but the scorching heat of the sun made me hesitated to do so (I guess I was a bit late to explore the shore this time) so I might as well just leave them alone and take beautiful snaps of them instead.
During my relaxing walk, I also see these lovely empty shells scattered alongside the shore's peebles. Each design speaks of how intricate mother nature creates beautiful gems.
Today, is the last day of 2023, as I walked through the pages of this year's chapter, I got to realize that, yeah as cliche as it may sound, happiness is a choice. It is finding joy in the little things.
A morning walk, hearing music in the waves, and breathing in the breezy scent of the shore, are the little things that make life big.
As life turns into another chapter, I thank God for all the things He has blessed me. And as I start to write another story for "day one" of its 365 pages, I'll make sure to write a beautiful one.
Happy New Year, everyone!
May we all find beauty and happiness in the little things.God bless us all! ❤