Living the buried dream

There is something buried deep inside me, and no, it is not an evil force. It is a burden, climbing from the deepest surface, tired and sick of corporate meetings, politics, and all that nonsense. It is a dream of inner peace. It is the inner child sitting, hiding in the kitchen from fighting parents, escaping to the world of adventurous stories of sailors in the Caribbean.

I can feel the ocean waves and the desire of the young kid walking down the pier, waiting for his hero to arrive. Twenty years passed by. I am sitting outside my apartment in a beach resort, watching the ocean waves, listening to the wind hitting the palm trees, and writing.

Finally, I am living the vision that climbed to the surface, even though it is just for a week. It is a test if I could transform my life to it. But as with everything, it has its price, and it is not cheap. All money I’ve generated by writing is less than $0,50. I keep dreaming.

I imagine myself running on the beach every morning, enjoying every sip of coffee while gazing at the ocean, driving a boat, and exploring the hidden beauty under the surface as a scuba diver. I see myself as a pilot flying an airplane, showing other people the beauties of the skies. They are dreams one might need more than one lifetime.

The week goes by, and the last alcohol residue evaporates from the body. I wanted to relax, write, run, and be happy. I wrote only once. I haven’t done a single run. I relaxed and lived in the present. Ultimately, I was happy. I tried a new sport — windsurfing. I kept falling into the ocean for an hour and a half until I mastered the initial balancing and putting the sail out of the water. I felt like the little kid again, learning a new skill.

It’s time to say goodbye to the ocean. It was my harbor of peace for the last week. It filled me with a few writing ideas and helped to relax my soul. I haven’t done everything I wanted to, but I am at peace with it. It is a scenario that repeats whenever I have a more extended vacation. I always want to catch up with things I don’t have enough time for. The body disagrees it needs rest, and that is totally okay.