Recently, when talking about the changes in attitudes we adopt in response to the different circumstances in which we live, I was told: “We are like the sea or river water, we can move away for a while, but we will always return to our channel. ”, which I cannot agree with more. Furthermore, I thought that when water returns, it usually does so intensely and demolishes what has been built in its absence and silence. In this way, when a person who was very passive and tolerant suddenly radically changes their tone, demeanor and speech, it often surprises those closest to them, but we forget that no one changes their official behavior. There is always a trigger that pushes this transformation and there is usually no coming back from it.

Consequently, I spent several days recalling the moments when I allowed certain phrases or behaviors that hurt me or made me feel bad, but I was determined to justify the unwarranted disconnection with self-love, until I was able to realize that I did not deserve it and I discovered how far I was from who I really was, so I decided to come back strong. Usually, when these changes happen, there is resistance and a questioning of the environment, but it is essential to be determined to close doors, cut ties, physically and virtually distance ourselves from those who do not make up our life, even if it hurts, it must be done.

(…) it’s never too late to take control of our life, to stop situations that hurt us…

In the same order, I remember when I was little and we spent the summer in Ballenita, one day we went down to swim as usual, but we were surprised that there was no sea. I still get a sense of emptiness when I see the wet sand where the waves used to be. I let go of my mother’s hand and ran to find out what the land looked like on which I once walked with water up to my chest. I discovered clams, thousands of crabs rampaging in front of my steps, fish jumping on themselves, desperately opening their mouths trying to survive. The coral covered rocks that now looked like beautiful decorations, as I continued to search for the sea and my mother desperately shouted at me to go back, but I was determined to continue, until I felt her hand pull mine and we returned home , she was scared, she was afraid of a tsunami. I couldn’t stop thinking about how strange everything was. Later, while we were waiting for our father to pick us up, we went to the viewpoint to see how things were, and now the scenario was the opposite, there was no sand. The sea came back violently, covering the entire beach and raging right under where I was standing, there were times when the foam came up to my feet. To feel and see the sweep of the sea is an experience I will never forget.

Therefore, When I heard the metaphor about the sea and our determination, I realized that it’s never too late to take control of your life.stopping situations that hurt us and leaving behind those who hurt us, corollary, I stick to the words of Jacques Y. Cousteau: “We forget that the cycle of water and the cycle of life are one and the same,” Let’s get back on track, we are the masters of our destiny . (OR)