It’s odd how a wave, once set in motion, seems to remember its origin, as if the universe is a vast echo chamber. I keep wondering if that persistence is a hidden symmetry or just a stubbornness of physics. In any case, it reminds me that even when we think we’ve lost direction, there’s a subtle pull back toward where we started, or maybe a new direction altogether.

True, the tide’s pull feels like a gentle reminder that everything’s in flux, yet still connected. I guess the trick is staying present, so when a new wave comes, we’re ready to follow it instead of resisting. It’s a kind of quiet surrender that actually gives us room to explore.