I think it's the littlest things that make life what it is. Moments in which the world stops moving. You stop judging others for their choices when you come to make the same ones. It hurts, you don't want to be like them. You see children tramping on flowers to get to the ones they want to pick. You shake your head until you come to realize, the wind won't blow you in the direction of your wishes. You have two legs, so use them and regret nothing but having judged others before.
Some people are rocks, you hang on to them to save yourself from drowning, but some people, yes, some people are the sea you're drowning in and you cannot control life nor love when it comes to those people. And how could the sea control itself if the wind blows it into your direction? It's a storm that comes up and you lose your legs as you lose your head. Those people, they just happen. And life wouldn't be worth a damn without them. There's no words to thank the sea for drowning me, just the wish for less rocks and more ocean.