The dark blue sea near Comino, a small isle of Malta. Made me think that human beings are waste poisoning this beautiful planet. I was a second from becoming a strong misantrophe, but then I realized that all my hatred would be totally wasteful, too.
So in this moment I stayed how I was, nearly shaking and crying, because I felt small, so small compared to the massive amounts of water and calm, very calm at the same time. All my problems, my body, my everything won't matter some time in the future.
And with salt in my lungs, I loved. I loved so much, I couldn't even grasp the concept of it. I felt electrified. In that moment, I died and was immediately reborn and nothing had felt better.
I know how this sounds. But it's true. It's true I found a piece of myself in between water and shaky footsteps.
None of the photos I took do the sea any justice, so I won't post one.