Be that as it may, this newly discovered quiet was broken when the elderly person became sick.
As his strength waned, I offered any comfort I could by remaining by his side.
I received a letter as his final present before he passed away.
In it, he advised me that genuine bliss comes from supporting others, similarly as I had been sustained.
His words resounded profoundly inside me.
I went back to the ocean, where Martn was waiting, after he passed away.
We resumed our dancing without speaking, following the waves’ rhythm.
I felt a profound sense of peace in that instant—a peace that came from being true to myself rather than seeking approval.
I learned from this journey that even when life breaks down, it is possible to rebuild, develop, and reclaim happiness.
