My wandering ways had led me here, to this remarkable shoreline, away from the cacophony of life. What I needed, more than anything, was to release my debilitating inner tension.
For all too long now, I had been trapped inside the choking urban sprawl. Finally, here was something fulsome, a moment that was mine, alone. My spirit began to swell as I braved the muscular wind. No more weighing the pros and cons of my every action, the sort of thing that dams the nectar of creativity, as I try — and often fail — to navigate the workday lifestyle. No more tallying aspirations. This was the time to let two and two be three.
My gaze drifted, returning to this beacon just as it began to shine. Docilely perched atop the brassy cliffs, observant, it cast a watchful eye for any signs of distress. The light was a reassuring beam of certainty — guiding me steadfast through the sea of my own troubles, toward the dependable, resolute shores of newfound vision.
Gathering the pieces of myself, and staring out into unfathomable cyan depths, I found the solace of my desire — real comfort, true consolation — as I finally exhaled the rancor brewing within me. Set free after all, my feeble mind was euphorious. I had returned to the buoyant place of my yearning. A sigh rarely ever felt so pure.
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