About that ocean

This afternoon, I stood on the embankment looking out over the sea. Two individuals were talking, facing away from the expanse. The expanse which seems to widen minds and open the world to possibilities.

At that moment, standing on the bank in Penang, I felt an overwhelming sense that the world was so much bigger than it was when I was in high school, growing up in the slow-paced countryside of Butler County, PA.

The ocean makes me think I know more about life, about people, about cultures, about history than some others who haven’t been as fortunate to travel like I have. But whether I actually know more or not, I don’t know.

But my perspectives have so shifted that the tiny plot of land I knew as a kid, the one I hold dear to my heart, seems like a speck in time and a galaxy away from the open air breeze off the sea.

They are each different parts of me, and each part envies the other in ways that are not so obvious. Having the ocean view makes me understand how to put my upbringing into proper perspective. Having the ocean view makes me understand how different my children will be from me. Having the ocean view makes me glad that at one time I didn’t have the ocean view.

We all need perspective. The more, the better.

That’s all I have to say about that ocean.