This was another journal entry for my Honors English class. I thought it turned out alright, so I revised it for publishing. I hope you enjoy it. Reviews appreciated!

-TGN

The Ocean

The waves of the ocean make me feel alone. Apart. Insignificant. They overwhelm the shore just as life overwhelms us, washing away whatever grains of sanity we had left. The roar of the tide is like the stress of life, making it hard to breathe. See. Feel. Live. How can you defend yourself against what is there, constant, as ever changing as the tides? You cannot. All you can do is stand there and close your eyes as it washes over you and hope that it will recede, leaving you to be. To stand. Alone. Forsaken. Leaving you to wish for it to return, to give you meaning. Purpose. Something to live for. So that even if you are washed away, at least there was something. Someone. A reason.