It is, and it’s beautiful. Look at it: The sun is shining, you just pick a direction and start walking. If you get tired, sit down somewhere in the shade, take a rest, make a picnic. Then get going again, maybe pick a totally different direction, just for fun. You’ll meet people all the time, but it’s cool ‘cause they’re all in the same boat with you. If you like them, you walk a bit with them. If you don’t, just walk another way. Keep going, or stop somewhere, or even backtrack a bit. Why not, you’re not going anywhere important. After all, it’s only the journey that matters.
I think she was afraid to love sometimes. I think it scared her. She was the type to like things that were concrete, like the ocean. Something you could point to and know what it was. I think that’s why she also struggled with love. She couldn’t touch it. She couldn’t hold on to it and make sure it never changed.