Earth resembles that of a vast canvas, filled with endless amounts of beauty. Some of this beauty is rare and seen by only a few wandering eyes, if any. Other parts of the painting are as well-known as the Mona Lisa, yet still looked upon as momentous. There are so many beautiful places upon this planet we humans call Earth. Some may be fond of mountains; towering land masses protruding from small to great distances above the ground. Others may be inspired by glaciers; baffled by the dominant amounts of ice. Out of any place in the whole world, there is no other place I’d rather be than the ocean.  

When one thinks of their life in relevance to the billions of other lives living on Earth, they may feel irrelevant. When I stand in the salty waters of the ocean, I feel tiny, yet I feel as if I have purpose. I look out into the vast, never ending horizon, feeling vulnerable and invincible at the same time. The waves come in no organization, sometimes barely rocking me and others knocking me to the ground. I never understood the power of water until I realized how authoritative it is when it comes together to form something as large as the ocean. Sometimes the waves are soothing, like sweet melodies flowing softly through your head. Other times they may show no mercy, becoming relentless in some crazy mission to stir up chaos. I enjoy lying down upon a board and allowing the waters to carry me where it pleases. The water seems to follow its own sense of direction, going against any sense of order.

The painter of this planet doesn’t get anywhere near the credit they deserve. I call my painter God, and I try to give him the recognition he’s worthy of for His masterpiece. There are so many different areas of his painting that I have yet to discover. We are all mere specks of paint on the huge canvas of earth. The paint is still wet, and we are free to run where we please. As paint dries, so do our lives. The ocean is just one place I have drizzled down the canvas and collided with. There are so many other locations I wish for my speck to come in contact with. As for now, my heart's content and looks forward to the day I may visit neighboring oceans. I look forward to my toes burrowing themselves within the sand, my nostrils deeply inhaling the salty atmosphere, and my eyes gazing upon one of the most wonderful places God has painted; the Ocean.