Everyone’s a building burning
with no one to put the fire out.
Standing at the window looking out,
waiting for time to burn us down.
Everyone’s an ocean drowning
with no one really to show how.
Blame it on the Tetons, Modest Mouse
After more than three years of this blog, I still love the name I chose and I still think about it all the time. Everyone’s an ocean. It is so true. We all search for that person who saves us from drowning, but we cannot be saved because we are not the swimmer. We are the ocean. Even in those moments when you are lying beside the person you love and things are quiet and it seems like there is nothing else in the world except that exact moment, all you truly have are your own feelings of love and happiness. You are fulfilled in a moment like that because you have decided that is what will make you feel fulfilled, not because the other person actually fills you up. They haven’t put your fire out, you have. No one can save you from drowning but yourself. This thought is at once empowering and depressing.
Everyone’s an ocean. I know this. Is is very important to know this. But I feel as though I have to teach it to myself over again every single day.