El cielo es una promesa 🌅🌊 Iniciativa 21 de Séptimo Día -Etiqueta Azul

Yesterday I was reading @apineda's post, which made me identify with her perspective. Then I logged in and saw it was an initiative of the Holos & Lotus community.

I could write a comment about it, but I feel it would be too little considering what the sea and the sky mean to me.

I was born in Caracas, however, I've never felt like it was my home because I've spent my entire life in Anzoátegui, specifically in the city of Barcelona.

As a child, I would see the palm trees in the distance in Plaza Bolívar and think that's where the beach was. Then, when I grew up, I realized that the beach was in another city, and that the closest thing we had to the ocean in Barcelona was the Neverí River.

In a curious way, that river was part of my adolescence, holding stories, and even being the path where I've walked, leaving my thoughts among the branches of the trees.

And then there's the beach, a place I rarely go because I don't like being on buses, but where, whenever I have the chance, one of the things I do is simply observe it in silence.

Hours can pass, or minutes. And I'll be there, as if looking the love of my life in the eyes.

The sensation isn't strange; it's peaceful, it's stillness, it's total calm. It doesn't matter if the waves come and go violently, but it still retains that peace that characterizes it so much.

Now, although it may seem surprising, I can't see the sea or the river all the time, but I do see something that is also part of both. Not because they're together, but because of the optical experience they offer.

The blue sky, which can sometimes be very colorful.

I would say that the blue sky is a consolation.

The consolation of someone when they can't fly where they want to go.

That's how I felt a few months ago when I spent all day between four plaster walls, which are called offices. I hate them, honestly.

I don't like being locked up, especially for so many hours.

So in the morning, on my way to the bus, I looked at the sky. Of course, more than once I tripped because I didn't look where I was walking. But I just wanted to feel that tranquility it gives you.

Unfortunately, because it was the rainy season, the sky was sometimes gray. But sometimes I was very lucky to see it radiant in that blue, or with colors in the clouds at dawn.

The sky on those days was like a shower from head to toe with my eyes closed. Which for me is relaxing.

That's how I started the day; that's how I had my moment of relaxation before my shoulders tensed up.

The strangest thing about it is that that sky with the birds flying made me affirm my path even more. I made the decision to own it completely, and to commit to myself that I would never feel that way again.

The sky was my promise, the promise of someone who will always be free. The promise of someone who will make all her goals possible.

I know they aren't so conventional, I also know it won't be easy, but still, the most important thing is to keep walking, feeling satisfied by it. And may every day of my life be like seeing the sea.