Year end blues

I had this spur of the moment thought that I wanted to go to the beach before the year ends. I guess a beach holds a symbolical meaning to me rather than just a place of leisure and relaxation. That moment in Boracay never seemed to unchained me from my everyday desires.

They say that we all have a particular place that we all yearn for, a place where we allow the nature of our surroundings to temporarily break our ties from reality. Maybe this is the reason why I have a particular fondness for beaches. 

Like the waves crashing and bringing along with it the sands of the present, I kind of wanted the sea to wash away the negativity in me, the exhaustion, the hopelessness, and everything unwise altogether. 

Indeed, this year was an arena of emotions, each one trying to gain control over another. But what kind of a man allows the harshness of fighting and not do anything to settle it? 

See, all this drama in one post? I really need to go back to the beach. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll stop sitting by the benches once I fulfill this sudden desire.