After work, I wanted to walk on the beach, the wind sweetly caressing on my face and filling me with peace. As I bent down to pick up a stone to skip on the surface of the sea, a sudden disgust for everything about life appeared in me.
While the colors of the sunset were decorating the sky, I was experiencing an inner storm. suddenly I stopped and looked at the waves, but the confusion inside me was disrupting their calm rhythm. Maybe the complexity of life had led me to an inner impasse. While I was trying to enjoy beautiful moments and experience simple happiness, I felt lost in the middle of meaninglessness.
I was confused and stunned by this sudden change in my feelings. I forgot the stone in my hand. The sea, which seemed like a source of peace a moment ago, was now whispering mysteries that reflected the confusion inside me. The distant cries of the seagulls passing overhead became eerie, and the gentle caress of the wind turned into an uncomfortable chill.
I started thinking to myself. Why did I have such a feeling when I was among all these beauties? The world we lived in felt unreal. Rushing from home to work every day. It was like someone was playing with us for fun.
Struggling with conflicting emotions, I decided to continue my walk, hoping that answers would emerge with each step. The sand that used to caress my feet now hurt like a needle pricking me. The sea, which used to be so peaceful, seemed to have disappeared. It now seemed like endless darkness. The waves inside were a symbol of the emotional chaos in my soul.
I walked along the beach with the distant glow of city lights on the horizon and contemplated the sudden wave of discontent that had disrupted my peaceful evening. I thought maybe the meaning was lost in the complexity of life. As someone stuck between daily routines, working life and social relations, this disgust I felt by the beach was maybe a call to confront my own inner world. Maybe that moment by the beach whispered that I should look for meaning in the depths of life, not on its surface. Maybe this disgust was a turning point and it was time for me to start to a journey of inner discovery.