The waves are patting the shores causing the air molecules to vibrate and produce what we call sound. The sound of the waves is like a whisper that tells me that “its okay, life moves on, don’t let go”. If you’re still guessing about the place, then you should know that I am talking about the beach, to be more precise I am talking about where the sea hits the land. Whenever I need to think or meditate I know that the sea is the power that charges my brain. The humidity does not matter, because my body is shut closed and my brain is on high power just thinking about almost everything that matter or affect me, even in the slightest way. The waves calm me down. It is my psychiatric that I can express my feelings without being afraid of him breaking the patient doctor privacy. And in top of that it’s for free and always available for consultation.
