I thought that if I walked far enough, I would eventually arrive.
I thought that if I was brave enough, it would no longer scare me.
I thought that if I was strong enough, I could fight it.
I thought that, eventually, it would cease to exist.
But this feeling always catches up to me.
It always scares me.
It always triumphs over me.
It does exist.
Exists—because I exist.
Just as waves exist only because of the ocean,
my pain exists only because of me.
Yet the ocean does not deny its waves.
It does not deny its beauty.