Horizontal Lines
Sunday, late evening, the sky reflecting all shades of red and yellow on the calm sea. I was simply staring at the horizon when a distant thought crossed my mind. It was like a faint glimpse of something I once knew but had long forgotten, a thought buried in my consciousness for far too long. Trying to dive into that thought felt like reading an old story, the plot familiar and nostalgic but the words stood anew.
Before I was able to fully bring it back and analyse it, the thought had once again vanished, disappearing like a shadow in the depths of my mind. I was left wondering if I had just missed a chance to capture it or if it would forever remain hollow. I didn’t know what that thought tried to say but I did know what provoked it: the horizon.
I returned my focus to the straight line and thought of the way something so abstract, yet simple, could elicit so many different thoughts and emotions in people.
I realised that for me, there had always been something more to it, a little game I used to play by myself since I was young, imagining there’s some magical place hiding behind it, a place I could only reach after following my dreams. The more I followed them and the more I tried, the closer I’d get. And when I finally arrived, there would be a life long desired, one that would focus only on things I loved. There was going to be happiness and people I…
