just now I asked my self. why the sea? why the beach? why do I keep coming back? to tell you the truth, I don't know.
I was born at the island of thousand beaches. I spent my childhood near the white bubble of wave and salty air. it's always sunny at the beach and my skin always get burnt. but I like it. as long as I remember, I always have a good time at the beach. whether it's swimming, diving competition with cousins or simply having roasted corn by the sea. there's no sadness or sorrow. I can only remember to be happy whenever i step on the sand. as if, it's forbidden to be grumpy. as if, there's some kind of spell.
I always have a hard tome explaining to people about reasons. cause I often like something without reason. it's just, I like it. that's all. no excuses, no history, no explanation. same goes to the beach and the sea and the sun (either sun set and sun raise) and doing dishes and watching people on the street and doing nothing on Sunday and many more. I have no scientifical explanation why I enjoy all the things I mentioned earlier. I just like it. that's all. the very best reason I can give is they all are soothing me down. there's calmness and peace. and the spell works. no sadness, just being happy for the time being.
I don't like excuses. I don't know whether it's a good thing or not. once I thought about it but it got super complicated and I ended up with no conclusion. besides, Iam pretty happy with just "I like it" :)
