Sea Side

Sitting by the rocks , I would only think about the energy the waves show by crashing onto the rocks , moving away broken apart and then getting reunited and acclaiming a force again to come to the shore with the almost equal strength. And this goes on. It keeps roaring and crashing but it never stops.
Then why do we people , the part of the same nature give up on life ? Why can't we fight back with the same strength till we live ? Why do we die long before our souls actually leave our body.

Sometimes we just have to let things go.

There is a saying that the sea never takes away anything. It gives back whatever it takes.

I am still waiting......

This post is linked to Friday Fictioneers & #FridayReflections



PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Art of living

Several times I have asked myself , "Do I have anything in me ? Any Art that would amaze everyone  ?"

I used to do paintings when I was a kid ( have many certificates of merit) , learnt cricket for few years ,loved to act.

I used to sing and dance ( most of the times when I was alone ). I have a passion for drama (did a few stage shows). I used to love stories. I still do and also to write a few.

The Torn pages of a Seaman's Diary - 1

I would like to dedicate this first post of the diary to all those who have a lot of questionnaire for us and have some wrong notions about our profession , also to those who think we are some kind of aliens or maybe out of our minds to choose this BORING profession. I dedicate this to those who feel pity for us and think our lives are screwed and also to those who think we are drunkards , characterless and don't value sentiments or understand the meaning of family and emotions.